My friends must be wondering, how I survived the drink of liquor. Well, I didn't. They ended up doing the majority of the work, cleaning up the mess that I momentarily laid out for them.
Now, clearly what happened? Oh, I would've enlightened you all but I don't know. All I know, I woke up with a massive headache where my insides were ripping apart.
Or maybe World War III was channeling inside me.
"Millie! Do you have any idea what have you done?" Hailey shouted, deafening my hearing for sure.
I groaned, hissing at the poking of my headache that wasn't ready to stop any second.
"Shut up." It came out as a whisper because of my sore throat. "Hand me some water." I coughed out, pushing my curly hair.
Whoever it was, they did a good deed offering a cup of cold water which is what I was in need of. Once it went through the dryness occupying like a Sahara desert, I finally looke
For someone like me, what really mattered what was the most important thing after the disaster was to get back home.Not even last minute enjoyments, not the goodbye selfies.I had to get back home before the worse occurs than getting grounded. And speaking of my mother, she has her ways to make a living storm out of every situation. Not always, but still."What are you going to do about Noah?" Meredith asked who sounded genuinely worried.I shrugged, checking my bag for the umpteenth time as the fear of losing things back in the hotel that I'll never get again. For example."Found it!" I hugged my flip phone, taking a sigh of relief."Seriously??" Meredith scowled, getting back to her usual unbothered self.Hailey shook her head in disappointment, twisting her face towards me. "How can you worry about that than the mess you got yourself into?"I snarled, defensively protecting the phone that I treasure the most. "It's th
I sat in the back, munching on desserts or anything that could just be identified as edible. Slouching on the seat, I blankly stared at the road ahead which was dark and only the headlights were lighting up the path to my prison.Yes, I called my home a prison because I'm still grounded.I honestly don't make it sound like I am while taking a trip to Las Vegas. It's a surprise I even survived back there. Almost, I forgot I am now a married woman.Why did I ever meet that guy? It would've been better if I never met him but then I could've gotten married to someone else.Hmm... why did I even think of marrying him in my drunk state? It's not like my mom was nagging me to find a boyfriend or for her a son-in-law."Millie, what are you going to do?" Meredith asked after the silent treatment I was giving them.My flip phone survived, thankfully but it shut off on me due to the low battery. I didn't bring a charger along with the phone and I had t
No way. This isn't happening. My babysitter is none other than my husband, who I don't even clearly know well."What are you doing here?" I asked, unblinking at for the last minutes as mom went to grab some snacks."I should be the one asking that." He scoffed, flashing a smile to my mother across the room.Ugh! That billionaire smile that I have a crush on. Just on that! There's nothing more. I just got a thing for a dimpled smile."This can't be just a pure coincidence, could it be?" I asked, muttering to myself.He heard it well, frowning. "It could be. But I don't believe in fates and all."I gasped when he mentioned such a universal thingy. "How can you not believe in fates!? Wait, what about soulmates? Do you believe in them?"He shook his head, "That's all nonsense.""That's why you're single." I scoffed but did I forget such a detailed mess I had brought into my life?He laughed, "You're forgett
If it was someone else in my place or in my shoes or even in my hoodie, they would grab the chance to spend even the seconds with none other than Noah Hudson who turns out to be more than I thought.Keeping in mind our newest born relationship of marriage, he is my babysitter along with it. So, is this still a coincidence?I don't believe in love and cherry on the top romance because that's all in the books but why is my mind barking the word 'fate' in my head on repetition?I won't accept it's the cause of some lovesick fate, it surely can't be. Maybe... I... someone... nevermind.I sighed, racking my brain for the possibilities of such occurrences since the trip to Las Vegas and watching them mingle around friendly like the perfect society quality mother and son.I scoffed, laying my head on the dining table. They were all giggly and smiley, provoking me to gag over the presentation of such a lovely atmosphere surrounding them."I thought
I don't know what kind of situation this should be called that I was stuck in, unwillingly. The fact that my mother was just wandering around my surprisingly handsome husband and catching up with their old times, I boringly watched them while drinking plain transparent water.They were too immersed in their talk that for a second, I doubted that maybe Noah is old but he is a wizard and he's hiding his real age appearance.Nope, only I can think of such an absurd thing.My eyes were stilled on them, putting the glass on the tray while not watching my moves of what it was about to invite me into the next disaster. As predictable, I dropped the glass on the hard floor and the shattering of the glass echoed around the room, sound waves hitting against the walls and reaching to my mother's ear who was possibly going to get me punished."Crap," I muttered, staring at the glass shards that scattered remotely beyond. "My hand slipped." That's the best excus
This whole time. I repeat, this whole time, I was lied. I didn't know a single thing about it and I was being fed lies about it even from Noah."Really? You both are still going to lie to me about this?" I gestured over to the thing that was what I was lied about."It's was for your own good." My mother said, whom I paused from going to work as my matter was more important."For my own good? Mom! This is what I love. From anything." I emphasized, widening my eyes as I spoke with compassion for it."How long will this drama go on for?" Noah asked my mom, who was least interested in spilling the truth."This ain't drama. This is you trying to get out of such a hideous act." I spatted at him, glaring at my mother.She rolled her eyes, turned around in her heels, and with the click of them, she grabbed her bag and proceeded to leave."You're such a melodramatic in the morning, Millie. I can't wait and watch you for the whole day. So, I wi
You know about the bad timing when two people were struggling in a situation they are wrapped into and suddenly, unexpectedly, also uninvited, the third person brings their presence in the little screen shared by those two people and interpret something else.Yeah, bad timing."Are we supposed to come tomorrow since... um, you guys are probably going to..." Meredith muttered hesitantly, gesturing to us still hugging each other.I blinked, taking in the presence of more than one person in my house that weren't thieves. Good thing.I pushed Noah away from me, reluctantly. He lost his balance to the unprepared push I gave him and fell off the bed."Hey... how did you guys get in? I'm pretty sure the door was locked." I smiled, speaking through my forced smile and behaving like that just didn't happen.The hug. It was well... welcoming but I still don't like Noah because I don
What could be the best for us? I kept thinking about this particular question on repeat. It's not like I didn't want a divorce but it's just a thought that popped up in my mind.What if this was some kind of destiny? Could it be the collision of two different personality traits humans?"Millie put your seat belt on. How many times do I have to tell you!?" Noah scolded for the umpteenth time.Not my fault that the belt was grazing against my neck as we drove. It was hurting and I probably got bruised there but would he care to ask or whether even think about it?No, he didn't. Because he's not short and this is not his problem.That would be pretty much likely he would say in return if I would've to ever ask.So destiny or not, but we are so not good together. It has been almost a day and we were already annoyed by our presence. Why? Because I wouldn't do what he asked and he... well, he did what I asked so far.But he didn't let
What day is today? I can't stop thinking about what Noah said earlier. It's been on my mind all day, and now I'm alone with all these strange assumptions swirling around in my head. Noah had some work to attend to, and I didn't wanna go to my Uni, so here I am. I'm trying to bake a cake. I decided not to overthink... for now, at least. Also, my apology needs a supporter, though he already has forgiven me. But to lighten up things and to get my mind over the word 'Wife', that's been ringing up in my head, I am attempting a world-class murder- I mean, making a decent edible cake. Did I ever mention that I can't cook? Or was it that I suck at cooking? "Snap out of it! Alright, Millie. Now is your time to shine... with sparkle, not smoke." I muttered the latter in hopes of succeeding. "First step. Preheat the oven..." I turned behind as I fearfully stared at my oven. It's the first step to disaster for me. That oven has been through a lot, always surviving from my at
The next morning wasn't delightful. I expected this. More or less. I was here sitting in my room, shedding Niagara falls from my eyes after a weird sensation hit me. I call it 'The guilt of disappointing my husband'. Which is weird. Why? Even I don't know. After going through all that conversation that happened between us, I realized I was wrong. That's good, but what more did I feel? The pain of making Noah upset. I don't know why I've been feeling this for the past few hours. I didn't get a wink of sleep... actually, I did sleep, but as soon as I woke up, the train of last night's thoughts hit me again. It is weird because I don't have any sort of attachment with Noah. He's a stranger to me, and we got married too recently. I couldn't have feelings built up for him, right? With a heavy heart, I opened the door to my room and found the hallway quiet. It's not a good thing... but then chaos or loud noise is also not a good thing 'cause that signals towards my clumsiness.
Where were we? In the middle of negotiation. Well, it was most likely from my side than theirs. All they wanted was to get as much money they could grab on."I don't have any money. You think, I can afford even this frozen yoghurt?... Yes, I can but I'm grounded. Why? Because I broke my mother's toaster. Do you even understand how that relatively is senseless?"Silence fell in and responses dried up from my random ranting. Plus, this ain't really the right time and right place to rant out about my personal life problems."That is senseless! My mom smacked my phone because I didn't call her back. Like how am I supposed to call you back now? And it wasn't even recharged and she even knew about this." One of the two joined in my rant out session.I gasped. "That's- What is even that??""I know right-" The other guy smacked his head, whispering him."Are you crazy? We're here to rob not fill in our painful tragedies." He sneered at his mate and got back to us, aiming the gun at Noah inste
"Millie, who in their right mind would go frozen yoghurt shopping?" Noah asked as he wore his coat.I pointed at myself innocently. My stomach wouldn't let me sleep peacefully and the next morning would be the face of a witch with hair all dishevelled that even the crows would run away from me.That probably didn't make any sense, did it?He sighed, patting my head before leaving the house.I grinned, "So do you know where they sell Frozen Yoghurt at this time?" He asked, turning to me.I smirked, nodding proudly. "Yes, because the only way to shut my stomach from almost transforming into a lion, I used to sneak out and visit this shop.""... I'm surprised you didn't get kidnapped." He plastered the same old unimpressed bored expression."Because I'm strong as well as heavy. They scurried away just from the sight of me.""No, they just found you useless. Nobody wants a disaster." He climbed into his car after that comment.I gasped lightly, glaring at him before rounding up the car an
After throwing the ripped dress in the garbage, I retreated back to my room. Noah seemed to have enough fun and teasings for the day and was the first to fall asleep.I laid on my bed, exhausted and switched on my flip phone. Yes, I still have this phone."Would it be alright to call Hailey right now?" It was unnecessary to concern myself with this question when my fingers were over the dialer buttons.The phone rang as I waited for her reply. I looked around to see if I have any snack to eat but my room was a mess with the clothes that Oliver and Lucas expedited with."Hello?" Her groggy voice sounded through the liner."Oh hey! Did I wake you up?" I asked."Yes."I waited for her to continue but realized it just a word reply."Oh... right. Anyways stay awake and suffer while listening to my story because this is truly shocking." I tried to wake her up with my choice of words."Can it not wait till tomorrow?" She sounded desperate for sleep but this has to happen today, right now."
Silence has been absorbed in the walls of Noah's rooms and heat desipated from the uprising tension from the atmosphere that I doubted for a second, am I in the sauna?"Oliver, why are you dressed like my mother?" I asked. "Or Lucas, but then my mom is short.""And I'll have you know that you, my daughter, is shorter than me." I zipped my mouth tight shut and bent down on my knees before the magical words sprouted out of my mouth. "I BEG FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS, MOTHER. OH MOTHER WHO IS TOLERATING SUCH AN INSOLENT DAUGHTER."She scorned at me, "Before that, explain me what's going on in here."Oh right... I forgot I'm in Noah's temporary room and also he's looking prett- I mean he's in woman clothings which I would say are not fit for him. I should try my other outfit on h-"Millie was... bullying me." Noah butted, acting timid.Wow... that whole demeanor shifted from a wild beast who ripped my dress to I'm just a rabbit who's being hunted.Anyways, as if my mom would believe him. Look
"HOW DARE YOU SLAP MY YOGHURT AWAY-" I punched the man, going full thrust in one heart beat. His face was pretty rough and I knew my hand would bare the consequences of breaking someone's face by first breaking my knuckles but-We're talking about my Precious Yoghurt here!"Millie, oh shit-" Noah gasped while he was busy hitting the other guy and left me to take care of this one.Well you're probably confused what had happened. ........3 hours ago:I was looking around for Noah, since he hadn't come down at all. I was getting worried. The next moment I opened the door to my room after searching for him in his room, he was right there.In front of me.In my clothes.How did he even fit in them- wait that's not important to know."What the heck!? And here I thought you fainted or something. Were you going on an adventure to get the first-aid box??" I scolded him, immersed in giving him a good beating."Boo!" I screamed in surprise, falling on my butt as I noticed two figures emergin
It was certainly a surprise for me when I realized the guy I had almost killed with my super-duper strong healthy elbow- mind the exaggeration- turned out to be none other than the son of Mrs. Burro.Why do I keep meeting people who are closely related? Don't tell me that next time it would be that Mrs. Burro is a close mate of my mother.... Wait, I certainly don't want that disaster to occur.The storm has to lay low or else I'll be swept away with it if mother ever finds out about our marriage. And where the heck is Noah? Did he go on a scavenger hunt for the first-aid box?? I believe he's hiding instead because honestly, I didn't wanna face Mrs. Burro either. She asks too many questions."Jacob, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the school?"Jacob scoffed, showing attitude to his mother. "oh! congratulations on realizing that.""Hey... that's rude to speak like that to your mother." I frowned, disciplining him.Jacob looked in my direction, eyes connected to e
Millie Quinn, cause of her imprisonment, killed a man just by her elbow. Was it the merciless blow or- "Millie, don't just stand there!" I heed Noah's scolding and helped the man up. Gladly I haven't knocked him out as he stood comfortably on his feet though there were signs of nauseous stumbling while I tried to balance him. "Are you alright? I'm sorry for what my wife had done." I added, "Accidentally. It wasn't intended." I glared at Noah who emulated my expressions. If it weren't for the injured man, our glaring contest wouldn't have ended on short notice. He spoke, "Oh, it's alright." I gasped, staring wide-eyed at him. Not gonna lie, he's cute and handsome. Noah nudged my side, signaling me to do something. The reason for us staring wide-eyed at him. Oh! He wasn't any celebrity or anything it's just... I think I broke his nose. "Um... are you sure you're alright?" I asked, stepping an inch closer with a heavy unsettling feeling. The guilt of knocking a charming face's