Chapter 7

I had trouble sleeping all that night. I knew what Jimmy said was right as much as I never want to admit I'm wrong when it comes to my heart, but I was, I was looking at this from the complete wrong angle. Problem was I didn't know how to find the right one.

At about 8 am I unwontedly got out of bed and made breakfast, for once I was having it on time.

BANG BANG BANG, I heard coming from the front door, causing my to jump out of my skin. Some one knocked on my door, I was not expecting a delivery and my delivery guys knew never to knock to just leave it and if it got stolen, well that was my problem.

I walked slowly to the door, took three slow, deep breaths and looked through the peep whole to see a short chubby man in over alls standing there holding roses, I looked behind him to see a florist van.

"I'm sorry I think you have the wrong address." I said as I opened the door.

"Bailey Fox?" he asked.

"Yeah." I said feeling the colour run out of my face.

"These are for you." He said handing me a clip board to sign and handed me the roses and I handing him back his clip board.

"Thanks," I muttered as I closed the door.

I had never been given flowers before. Thirteen red roses, the smelt amazing, the box was white with pink love hearts on them, This was a whole new ball game now.

A card fell on the floor, I picked it up placing the flowers on the table next to my computer and picked it up and opened it. It said.

'You'

I tilted my head at it. That is just creepy.

I went to my computer and opened Google. I wanted to know how to take care roses to get the most out of their life; I wanted to keep them pretty as long as possible.

I got a pop up. 'You have an video chat invitation with Mike. . . accept. . . decline.'

I accepted.

"You are the hardest person in the work to get a hold of." He scoffed with a smile in his face.

"No I'm not; I only left last night, to go to Jimmy's." I said honestly.

"I've been trying to call you since I left." He stated. "I've been texting you as well, this was my last resort." He grinned. "and I couldn't be more happier with the result.

I rolled my eyes.

"You look beautiful today." He informed me.

I scrunched my face up. "Where are you?" I asked.

"I'm in North Carolina." He said regretfully.

"The Beaches on the west coast are better." I said honestly, I knew they had good beaches in NC but nothing beat west coast beaches, other then Australian ones!

"It's true, I love Malibu."

"I love Huntington Beach." I smiled. "I grew up in the Laguna Hills."

"Awesome." He said, rather sexily, there was something spin chilling about the way he said that word.

"Have you ever been to Australia?" I asked. "They have the most amazing beaches." I smile.

"I've been to Australia but never made it to the beach there." He said with a frown on his face.

"What did you do? Go to the desert instead." I laughed.

He laughed and just shook his head.

I smiled remembering the time I spent in Australia when I was younger.

"That's a nice smile you should wear it more often." Mike flirted.

I rolled my eyes.

"Well sweetie, I have to go and do what I have to do, I just wanted to make sure you didn't hate me."

"I don't hate you!" I said before he could say anything else.

"I know that now." He smirked.

I smiled, as long as he knew that I could deal with my own problems, just as long as he knew I didn't hate him, yet.

"Answer your cell." He said kissing the webcam and logging off.

"Shit" I said to me self, how could I forget to check my cell? I ran to my room and got it off my bed side table.

'Six Missed calls' 'seven text messages' read the screen.

All calls where from Mike, as where six of the texts the other was from my mother requesting a message letting her know if I was alive or not.

The messages read:

'Thinking about you, hope you're not still up set with me, Mike'

'Thinking about you.'

"I've called you earlier you didn't answer, I hope your not annoyed by what happened the other day, Miss you, Mike"

They went on like that as they went on apologize was added for up setting me. I lied back on my pillow with my arm across my chest.

This feeling was amazing.