Ritchie's POV
I got up real early that morning to see Devon still sleeping like a baby. "You're my angel… I wish you just know how I feel…" This is good. With her, I could make a song out of the blue. She's a real inspiration. Well, I should've get going, before she wakes up. After bathing, I go out to the garden only to find Scooter lying on the grass. "Hey Scooter,"
"Hey Ritchie. So, how's your night? Get a good sleep?"
"Yeah. The couch had been, wait a second. Did you guys-"
"Yes,"
"And you were-"
"Um-hm,"
"So she will-"
"Pretty much," I should've discover this. They planned it all along. They planned that Devon and I will share a room. Like together. "Why?" Scooter turns his head to me. "What?"
"Why did you guys, I don't know, do this?"
"Because we thought that you would need help," Danielle said, coming out of nowhere. "Help? What makes you think I need help?" I'm pretty pissed right now. "I didn't really help you, when you were begging for her number. And now, I did decided to help you. But even if I did though, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't call her either. You were scared," She is right. I was scared. I mean, I have never felt anything like that before. You know, like, feeling so calm around someone you could've told them anything. As if they were made for us. And I was afraid she wouldn't feel the same about me and well, I couldn't take any more failures. Not in things like… this.
"Hey we're going inside, it's almost breakfast time. Care to join us?"
"You guys go ahead," I said, as they make their way inside. God, they seem very happy. I want a relationship like theirs too but I guess that wouldn't work well on me anyway. "Ritchie,"
"Devon?"
"Um, Danielle told me to um, get you? Breakfast," I watch her face intensely. What kind of feelings do I have for her? Does she feel the same? "Um… Ritchie?" Crap. She must've thought I'm a creep. "Uh, yeah. Sorry. I mean, sure, yeah,"
I mentally face palmed myself. Last night's conversation was better. Even though it leads nowhere. I guess she took it better than me. That's because she didn't feel the same. She never did.
I got up and walk inside to see everyone were already on their seats. Without really thinking where should I sit cause I already figured it out, I walk next to Devon. And there's my name. See? God, they and their plans. It will never work. How could it work if I'm the only one to feel the love. Is it even love? "Morning, guys," Scrambled eggs. And banana cream pie? "Why are we having pies for breakfast?"
"This is Italy. We have ice cream cakes for breakfast," Yeah right, Scooter. From the corner of my eye I can see Devon tensed up a bit. I can't believe she remember it. The moment that I had with her. You know, when she feed me the pie, and smear it all over my face. And when she wiped it off. She's too cute to be true. God, I have to stop before I hurt myself. I wouldn't have a chance with her. "Please excuse me for a while,"
"Devon," I took a grip of her wrist. "Please," I had to let go. "Devon!" Danielle cried and ran after her. "Excuse me but I have to go," I said, standing up to leave. "Ritchie wait,"
"I'm just not hungry, man," Lies. I'm starving. "I'm okay. I just need more rest. Kind of exhausted," More lies. I walk to my room, some part of me hoping she's not there while the other part is dying to meet her. When I look at the garden, I saw her sitting against the trees while her sister is in front of her, trying to talk to her. When I got to my room, I lay on the bed, and caught a whiff of her scent. She always smells so good. Like jasmine and green tea. It's always soothing.
"I think it's love,"
I finally said to myself. I have been fighting over myself to make sure, if I do love her. I mean, I've only met her for like, a couple days, and had one kiss with her and that was like, four years ago. And of course after her, I wasn't into any relationships. Even a one-night stand or anything. I just felt like, I have to wait for her. Cheesy, I know but that's the truth. I was sure I like her but I never thought of love.