HI! What's up, everybody? So yeah, the last chapter was sentimental, but that's just me, you know.
And we cannot forget about how long I took to update. Has it been over a month? I can't even remember. It's just school, guys, just school. I honestly couldn't read school books without thinking about updating, and I'm sorry, from the bottom of my heart.
But hey! Forget about that now and let's get started. I hope you enjoy.
"Sooooo," Siena stared at her chipped nail polish. "Nutella cookies?"
"Whatever you want, I guess. Nutella brownies, cupcakes, cookies, milkshakes,"
"Basically anything Nutella," she interjected, smiling. "Okay, let's see what we have here.." She stood on her tiptoes, opening the cupboard. "Flour, corn starch, tea bags…" Finally, with Troye's help, she took out the ingredients and some Nutella.
"I think the cookies are easier to make,"
"You crazy? Brownies make your life so much simpler!"
After arguing for five whole minutes, they baked some cookies and brownies. While scooping out Nutella from the big jar, Troye started laughing softly. "Look, I get that you love Nutella, but does that really mean you have to look like you're joking with it. It's made creepier by the fact that you're going to eat it,"
"No, it's not that." he half-whispered. He couldn't hold it in. "It's just that this is probably the normalest thing I've ever done." he blurted.
"Normalest? The heck?" she snorted into the back of her hand.
"Wait, that's not an actual word?"
"You birdbrain."
Siena ended up doing most of the brownies and cookies because Troye wanted to add a lot more Nutella to them. "Ah, finally." She stretched. "I'm gonna go shower." She ducked into the bathroom but suddenly turned back, wagging a finger at Troye. "Don't take the brownies out yet. Be good, little boy."
"Yes, Mom." Siena smiled that same shy smile and shut the door behind her.
Troye sat on a white-and-gold bed with a ton of pillows, which he assumed was Siena's (seeing that her name was embroidered on one of the pillows), and flipped through his existing songs. Wow, these songs are pretty nice. This YouTuber has awesome taste. Oh my God, he has his own songs. That is wicked. This stuff is so cool.
He heard a door creak. "Done showering?"
"Obviously."
"Great. My turn."
"You sure you wanna leave your beloved chocolatey babies?" she teased, nodding at the oven.
"Watch them for me and tell them Papa loves them."
"Papa loves you!"
Troye checked himself in the mirror. Quiff game strong, he thought to himself. I ought to make a video for those poor subscribers. They deserve something. He thought about how hysterical the fans were at the airport. Well, I put this upon myself, after all.
He went out. "Fast," Siena said. Troye was momentarily dazzled. She was really pretty. But different, somehow. Then he realized. She'd removed all her makeup. He could see how vibrant her eyes were now. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, just messy enough, and shorter strands of dark brown framed her face. High cheekbones. "Hey, I think I should make a video."
"What, now?"
"Yeah, I really haven't posted anything. Can I make a blog?"
"You mean vlog? With all the time you spend on YouTube, you still don't know what they're called, huh?" It didn't sound mean, though.
"Yeah, that. Can I?"
"Sure, I guess. I'll go in the bathroom."
"Wait!" she turned. "Could you maybe stay for the video?"
"You kidding? Look at me. No makeup. Bad hair day. I had to use tons of concealer to go out."
"So why did you go out?"
"Get my mind off things, I guess."
Troye looked at her and whispered, "I thought you didn't care about your breakup,"
"Oh, Troye," she smirked. "Girls can be freaking weird and annoying sometimes. Maybe I went on Tumblr too much and saw those posts about the perfect boyfriend. How they have to call you back when you hang up. How they're supposed to just hug you and make you feel better instead of asking what's wrong or if you're okay. Well, you know what? That's bullshit. Bullshit. You'll never find that boyfriend if you have those freakishly high standards. They're guys, for God's sake, not slaves. Maybe I was that naive that I expected him to treat me like Cleopatra. I'm done with that now. Screw it." She drew a long sigh.
Troye stared at her for a while. Then he did what his instincts told him. He didn't ask her if she was okay. He just put his arms around her. After some time, Siena pulled away. "God, I'm sorry. It's just.." she pressed her fingers on her temples. "God, I'm sorry. There's something wrong with me. I can't be fixed." she said again.
"There's nothing wrong with you. And you don't have to be fixed, Siena. Just try to, try to cool down. Do what relaxes you."
The smile was slowly creeping back into her face. "Baking relaxes me. I've always been like that. When I'm sad, I bake. When my mom called me about she and my dad's divorce, I cried so much that night. Then I just baked a cake in the middle of the night. Marzia knew about it, but she didn't say anything."
He nodded, and without warning, he started to ramble. "So, I'm sorry to interrupt, but about the video. I mean, if you're not done then that's okay, you can continue. Not that it disturbs me or anything. I like hearing you talk. In a non-creepy way. And talking to someone relieves stress. I'm not saying I'm the perfect person to talk to, but I think you get it," his voice started to trail off. "It's great that baking relieves your stress, that's actually kinda cute. I mean, interesting. But yeah, about the video, you look completely alright. Better than alright, even."
Siena laughed. "Okay, Troye. I'm really sorry but I don't think I understood anything except for 'sorry to interrupt' and 'creepy'. But anyways, thanks for listening."
Ding.
"Cookies are ready." Troye got a plate for them and sat down in the kitchen next to Siena. "Mmm," They were chewy and warm and had the perfect amount of Nutella. The brownies were just as delicious. Soft and crunchy at the edges. Siena licked her lips. "I should open a bakery."
"I would come every day,"
"Hey, do you think chocolate, hazelnut, honey, raspberries, sprinkles and sea salt make a really weird combination?"
"No. It sounds pretty neat."
"I've always wanted to experiment. M&m's, caramel, almonds…"
"Then why don't you?"
"The girls never let me." She laughed. "They're scared the kitchen will explode." She turned away. "But I guess I'm kinda just living with one other girl now."
Troye asked, "So I heard from Felix that your friend's in a coma."
"Yeah. God knows when she's getting out." she added quietly, "Or if she ever will."
"Of course she will."
"Yeah. I miss Aurora. She's the most delicate of us. I miss her. Her laugh, how she only sings in the shower, her strawberry shampoo." Siena looked up. "Can you come with me to visit her? Maybe tomorrow?"
"Well, yeah, Why not?"
"I was worried you'd get uncomfortable accompanying me to visit a girl you don't even know who's in a coma while I talk to her."
"When you're star who comes down to Earth to help a guy get his loved one back, pretty much nothing is weird or uncomfortable," he muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing,"
"Uh, okay."
She shoved the remaining cookies and brownies into paper bags. "Marzia will love these. She likes Nutella."
"Who doesn't?"
"Well, to me, they're just any other chocolate spread. I prefer crunchy ones, personally."
"Yeah, yeah." Troye waved her away, earning a snort from her. "God. I'm snorting a lot. This never happens with my jackass ex."
"Is that a good thing?"
"I guess so. It's getting pretty dark. You should get back before Juliette does. She'll freak out if she sees you. No offense. Is your hotel far?"
"None taken. It's a good distance away."
"I'm coming with you, then."
"What if your friend reaches here before you do?"
"She won't. I won't let it." Before Troye could protest any further, Siena put on a leather jacket and combat boots. "Come on,"
He nodded. Wordlessly, they walked down the halls and out of campus. "You can stop here, Siena."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. See you tomorrow?" She nodded and waved. Then she saw a slim figure in white approaching. "Hey, Juliette," she forced a smile. "You seem happy."
"You too, Siena!" she chirped.
Siena stared at her. Juliette. Talking. Okay. "Wow," she breathed out. "wow."
"So this is where we met?"
"Yup. It was one of the best days, you know." He wanted to rush on about their videos and pugs, but he held it back.
"Well. Must've been quite a day for myself."
A silence took over. But it wasn't uncomfortable like their usual one. It felt like they could stay like that forever. Marzia blinked. A tiny snowflake had landed on her eyelashes. "It's snowing," she gasped. "It's not supposed to be,"
"Unexpected weather for the unexpected couple,"
She blushed. She was still getting used to the fact that she was kind of, sort of dating him. She wondered how much she loved him. And if that love could ever be replaced by any shallow feelings she had for him? Were they shallow? Falling for him? After a few days?
No.
I don't believe in love at first sight.
I never will.
Said her brain. But her heart?
I feel happy. I feel safe. Could this be happening?
Only Marzia could determine that.
So I'm sorry this is mostly Siena (and cheesy cheesiness), but next chapter I'll focus on Melix. Thanks for reading, and tell me what you think by reviewing and it might just inspire me for the next chapter. Or just make a person really happy.
Aka me.
So this is cliche, but I will of course try my best to update fast. Aaaand yeah. Did I say thanks for reading?
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