Something About The Sunshine
Hi! So I haven't updated this story in a while. Actually, I haven't updated any story in a while. Anyways…this was one of my favorite stories and I can't believe I forgot about it! Nobody likes it haha but I do so I am going to keep writing it. So this is chapter 4 of Something About The Sunshine!
Bella's POV
It has been a day since we bought our new apartment. Mom has been frantically searching for furniture for our practically empty house.
It is safe to say that buying an apartment is the worst experience of my life. First, I have to share my house building with complete strangers. Second, I have to share my room with Gabi. The room was small enough.
At the moment, Gabi and Momma were at Kohl's (whatever that meant) and I was alone in our…current shelter. I refuse to call it home. Home is back in Italy. Home is the giant, white mansion with grapevines strewn across the outer walls. I decided to take a walk around Chicago.
As I entered the apartment lobby, two girls came in giggling. I let out a small gasp.
"Rocky? Cece? What are you doing here?" I said, awed.
"Bells!" Cece called happily.
"We live here!" Rocky added.
"What? Really? I live here too!" I exclaimed.
"How come we never see you around here?" Cece wondered, looking troubled.
"Cece, she just moved to America, remember?" Rocky explained.
"Oh! You have lived here but you just moved to America!" Cece said, as if she had some sort of amazing breakthrough.
"Never mind," Rocky said to Cece. She turned back to me. "What floor do you live on?"
"Uh…five?" I remembered.
"I live on four and Cece over here lives on three!" Rocky informed.
"That's so cool!" I commented.
"Hey, Cece and I were on our way to my apartment. Care to join?" Rocky invited.
"Yeah!"
We walked together up four floors to Rocky's apartment: Room 123. Rocky jabbed her key in the doorknob and twisted it clockwise, opening the door with a click.
"We're home! And we have somebody with us!" Rocky called into the house that had the same layout as my current shelter.
"Who?" another voice echoed.
"Bella Sanchez, a friend of ours," Rocky said.
"Coming!" the voice said. There was a click and pounding before my vision blurred and my heart stopped.
There stood in front of me the most handsome person I had ever seen. With the short black hair messy and his devilish grin that spelled out naughty. He wore a grey vest and a neon blue tie with sagging jeans and Osirises.
I started to believe that this was no ordinary boy. This must have been an angel sent from above. I hoped it was my guardian angel, for then I would be delighted. He was so…perfect.
"Uh…" I stuttered like an idiot.
The boy stuck out his hand. "I'm Ty Blue."