"So what are we doing here?" I asked Chloe, looking at the scary looking cabin in front of me."We're just... confirming some theory." She whispered, pulling Reed's elbow closer."Are you guys saying that there's a possibility, that my grandparents are alive?" Adam asked, before laughing like crazy, "Dude, they're dead!" Then he went silent, "Please, don't joke around."This is the first time I saw Adam freaking Emerson looking vulnerable; so vulnerable that he actually looks like a pouting lost puppy.I grabbed his left hand which made him look at me. "We have to do this, Adam. We need to."Sighing in defeat, he squeezed my hand and nodded. "Come on."We walked towards the cabin and knocked.We need to know if what I saw and what they saw were right, that Carlos and Linda are alive. Or were they just guardians, like a cupid spirit that bring couples together.The door opened -when Reed twisted the door knob."It seems like no one's home." I muttered, "Should we really go inside and-"
"How are you doing?" I asked, taking a sit next to Adam.We're currently in the cemetery where Carlo was burried 15 minutes ago. Beside Carlo's grave was Linda's.Now this my friend, is the real relationship goals. Dying the same way with the one you love, dying the same place with the one you love -> And muttering the name of the person you love using your last breath.The scene got me crying like a cry baby... Ooh, this actually reminds me of Melanie Martinez' Cry Baby since I kept on crying and crying and crying.I tapped my fingers on my lap and waited awkwardly.He probably thought that it was a rethorical question...Or he probably didn't hear me...Or he probably doesn't want to talk to me...I mean, what would you do if the person you thought who died years ago turns out to be alive and yet died at the same day?So when he raised his head and faced me, it shocked me straight to the moon."I'm fine." He muttered, breaking the silence. He nodded slightly and blinked a few times.
"Mommy, Jay took Barbie!"Putting the flour aside, I turn around and sighed when I saw Cobie, my 8 years old daughter, bawling her eyes out."That's not true!" Jay, my 8 years old son and Cobie's older twin brother, ran beside her. Waving a very familliar small plastic figure on his hand, "Mommy, she's lying!""No! I'm not!" She pouted, before angrily pointing at her doll, "SEE?! MOMMY, HELP ME!"I love my twins, really, I do. I thank Him every morning for having them but sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I can hire a referee for them.Sighing loudly, I bent down and waved them to come forward. Walking in front of me, they crossed their arms and pouted.They took my stubbornness but took their father's adorableness."What's the problem here?" I asked them gently."He took my Barbie." Cobie glared at her twin."Why did you took her Barbie, Jay?" I asked him gently."It's because she took Bumblebee!" Jay glared back at his twin.Resisting to sigh frustratedly, I asked her gently. "Why d
"What do you mean they stopped giving you your allowance?" I asked as I bent down and started fixing Kyle's shoelace.If there are two bunny ears, make a loop and put the loop in between the bunny ears... right?"They stopped giving me my money, that's it. Simple!" Charlie groaned, waving his arm above him. "And I have no idea why'd they do that!"I have an idea. It starts with "your" and ends with "girlfriend"."They're really rich but no! They want me to work my a-" Seeing my murderous threatening glare, he immediately covered it with, "-ash." He coughed, "They want me to work my ash off."Ashe? Really?"That's not even a nice save." I frowned at him. After knotting the lace, I stood up and patted Kyle's brown hair. "There ya go."He raised his head and grinned happily, "Thanks Chel.""No problem, now go, continue playing with your buddies." I smiled back, giving him a slight push."Thanks again!" He called out as he runs towards the other room.Brushing the imaginary specks of dust
Hey peeps!Thank you for reading, thank you for voting, thanks for the comments and shares, THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.This is dedicated to @eachandeveryoneofyou !Enjoy š~-~"What is the square root of 459 multiplied by 45 and divided by 4?" I asked Charlie, typing the numbers on my calculator and wait for his answer.He raised a hand."Yes, Charles?""Is the square root of that specific number is the product of 459 x 459?"Wha-??"...What?""Oh never mind, I got it." He grinned.I nodded. "Alrighty.""Mm-hmmm." Charlie muttered, with a serious look on his face.He's calculating the problem I gave him on the piece of paper he's holding.Writing furiously he looked troubled for a second but continued anyway. "Just give me a second."~30 minutes later ~"Got it!" He grinned, pushing his hair back with his hand."Finally." I chuckled, fixing my seat and grabbed my phone, typing the calculation immediately.He slammed the paper in front of me. "It's 430.3125 !""What?" I looked at my pho
Thank you guys for voting, commenting, sharing, heck, even by just simply reading!-If you guys don't know, I love anime. I love anime guys. I love anime guys with glasses.I love Megane. (Megane is a Japanese term for glasses or guys who use glasses.)So yes, technically, my favorite from the triplet is Easton. Who's yours?Notes ->ā For those who love reading sci-fi, I'm recommending you go to Schitza's account. He's a really great writer and he's apparently new here in Wattpad. Help him out?ā If you guys want me to read one of your books, comment your book and account here. ->________________Thanks again! See you later!Enjoy š~-~"Thank you so much Fey, Charlie really needs this job and all..." I trailed off, looking nervous like hell."No problem, Chel." She grinned, showing off her beautiful white teeth. She faced Charlie and gave him some pieces of information. "I and Felipe will be back after midnight. Make sure the triplets are sleeping by then, make sure that they ate t
Thank you for all the READS, COMMENTS, VOTES AND SUPPORT!I love reading through it and I love answering to it too!I love you guys, especially for those peeps who read my old books!ENJOY!~-~Babysitting has been my job for years. Probably since the day I was born. Nah, I'm exaggerating, but I hope my point is taken. I love playing with kids, I love cooking for kids.I love kids. I guess they remind me of my childhood memories. They remind me that being as innocent and naive as possible. They remind me that not all human beings are... cruel.Even right now in college, we're going to be graduating soon but I'm still babysitting for my part-time job.My full-time job is the daycare my parents helped me build 3 years ago.I called it "Day Care Fun Care" -Pretty catchy, ey?So technically, my aunts and uncles, know that I'm good with my job and on what I'm doing. If they want their children to be asleep before midnight, I'll make sure of that. If they want their children to be eating th
Dinner was good... for them.They agreed with my terms when I said that they needed to eat 1 scoop of guacamole and the rest would be finished by yours truly. -and that was the worst terms I've made. I already told Charlie that I hid a box under my bed filled with letters to the people I love if ever I'd die.They called pizza hut and ordered some food and ate it while I'm stuck with the guacamole.So yes, dinner was good for them.And turns out that the triplets weren't lying with the 'chef' part. Uncle Felipe is a good doctor, so he knows all these healthy and no-fun-taste foods, but no offense, he is not a good chef. I mean I do kind of love vegetables because I used to be a kid once, which means that my mom used to force me to eat those edible healthy stuff, but still, Uncle Felipe's dishes are well... let's just say I thought that it wasn't edible.After dinner, I cleaned the dishes while Charlie cleaned the table. We work as a team, that's how it works.Vanchel has Charlie and C