May 11th (Tuesday)

So, Journal. It's a new day in this new place. 

I've met the mean step mother who feeds off of her husbands money, the evil step sisters who talk in unison and would do anything to get in bed with a guy like me and wear as much tight clothing and too much make up to get attention. 

Why am I thinking like this? I used to "like" this kinda stuff....well not the excessive make up, but you know what I mean. I guess "fake" isn't my type anymore. 

But enough about my type let me finish. 

Thirdly, I met Cinderella. She's like a tomboy, if put into words and I guess she's pretty...I mean beautiful.....

Ugh! Shut up, Jackson. You only met her, baby steps. 

But I really wanna see her again. 

Yea, well maybe you will.

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I wake up to the  sun shining through my curtains. Fuck, I thought. Why didn't I close those damn curtains. I get up pulling the curtains down and going back to bed but stopped in my tracks to see the two fake twins standing at my doorway, smiling and checking me out. Ever heard of knocking. The girls wore tank tops and short shorts. This would turn me on but I'm not in the mood to be turned on. 

I was just wearing my boxers, I reminded myself. Smirking, I waited for one of them to say something.

"Breakfast is ready, Jackie." Violet said, breathing in deeply to bring out her chest. I mentally sighed. They aren't even that big, stop trying.

"Oh and can you wake up that step sister of ours, we aren't going in her filthy room anytime soon." Vanessa added, with disgust. 

Violet nudged her sister with her elbow to her rib. "What my dear s-sister meant was third door to the left." and with that she pulled Vanessa out.

What the fuck was that? Why do they hate the poor girl so much....

I was deep in my thought as I changed into my clothes for the day.

I ruffled my hair and and winked at my reflection. Saying I was cute was an understatement, I thought. 

"Bad Boy ain't no good, but good boys ain't no fun." I said to myself out loud.

I walked out of the room and looked for the third door to my left. Wait....did the girls say filthy....

I knocked at the door.

 I knocked again. 

Once more.

Knocking again.

Knock-knock.

Fuck it, I said to myself and opened the unlocked door. 

Isabella was in her bed sleeping like an angel. I walked towards the bed and tilted my head to look at her. Beautiful......Shut up.

"Cinderella, wake up sweets." I whispered into her ear. She just turned away from my sound. "Issy. Belle. Ella. Cinderella." I said shaking her lightly by the shoulder. 

She groaned and turned to sleep on her stomach, her face on the pillow. 

"Cinderella! Wake up!" I said, louder. Wake up, girl. You can sleep through a volcanic eruption.

I decided the only thing to do was to get the water. I went to the bathroom and got a cup of water. 

Did I mention, this room is half the size of mine...and she lives her. What the hell is up with that.

I looked at the water and then at the girl. She had turned back around so her body was facing the ceiling and her head was slightly leaned towards the right.

She is going to kill me, I thought as I threw the cold liquid onto her sleeping face. 

Her eyes opened widely and she sat up coughing. I sat down on the bed and rubbed her back. She buried her face into my shirt and sighed. I smiled.

Seconds later, she pulled away and looked at me, like I had just killed a puppy. 

"Shit, sorry. I thought you-I-uh." she stuttered looking down. I smirked. 

"It's fine. It's my fault your wet."

She looked at me with a death glare. Shit. 

"You spilled water on me?" she asked with anger. 

I chuckled embarrassingly and rubbed the back of my neck. 

"Well, you see.." I said. 

I was scared, I admitted that.

She chuckled. "It's fine, I wouldn't have waken up any ways. I fall into a sleep like death." Isabelle explained while getting out of bed. 

"So, like Sleeping Beauty..." I asked, smirking. 

She scoffed. "Never." 

"Hm. Well if I had known, I would've kissed you." I said cheekily. 

She sighed. "My boyfriend would be mad at me if you did."

Isabelle said to me as she picked clothes to wear. 

"B-boyfriend?" I asked and gulped. 

"Oh!" she said and turned to face me, realizing what she had just told me. I also admit, I was jealous.

"Uhhh....I shouldn't have told you that.... I don't even know you that well and-" she began. 

"Naw. It's okay. It would have been awkward if you didn't." I said, plainly and walked out. I went downstairs, feeling like I should punch myself in the face. What is wrong with me!? Why would you think the girl is single and secondly, why do you even care.

"Hello Jackson." Mrs. Stephan greeted. "Good morning." I said, dully. I sat at the counter and the two girls followed by my sides. I began eating breakfast and down came Cinderella. 

I sighed mentally, and stared at her. She glanced with hurt in her eyes. Why, I questioned her in my mind. I went to place my dishes in the sink and went in the fridge to get an apple. I don't know why I'm treating this place like I've been living here for my whole life. 

Isabelle came into the kitchen with three plates in her hand and placed them in the sink. I looked at her before turning my head back to the fridge. There were no apples.

"Here." she said and I turned around. Isabella tossed an apple to me. "How'd you know?" I asked her as if she were able to read minds. "I had a hunch, snow white." she said and turned to wash the dishes. I rolled my eyes and smiled. 

"Jackson..." she said. "Yes." I replied and leaned against the wall next to her, slightly smirking and taking a bite out of my apple.

"I-I want to be friends.... but by the look on your face every time you glance my way after what I told you, it doesn't seem like we will." she said, her voice full of sorrow. I haven't even spent a day with this girl and yet she puts too many emotions into me. 

"Sure, we could be friends." I smiled. But the smile was slightly forced. Isabelle's eyes widened in happiness. 

"Sweet." she replied with a crooked smile, then went back to cleaning the  dishes. 

I watched the floor and thought of something to say. 

"Question. Why aren't there maids here? And why are you doing all the work?" I asked, curiously. She's only 17, she shouldn't be working.

 Isabella shrugged in response and finished her work. 

"Jackson." the evil step mother came in the kitchen. "Me and the girls are going shopping, and Isabella is staying here. Do you have any plans today?" she asked and looked at Isabella with a fake smile. 

"I'll stay here with Belle. Is that okay with you?" I asked and she looked at me with a frown. The two twin girls came in the kitchen as well.

"Jackson, come with us." they said in unison. That still creeps me out.

"Nah, I'm good here. Have fun." I told them and they reluctantly walked off to their car. I looked at Isabelle who was staring at me with an arched eyebrow. 

"What?" I asked. "Why are you staying with boring ole' me?" she asked. 

"Cuz I want to get to know "boring ole' you" I said making air quotes with my fingers.

Just then, her stomach made a small growling noise and she crossed her hands in front of them. 

I smiled. "You like pizza?" Isabella stared like she never heard the word pizza before. 

"Uhm.." she said looking down, guiltily. What's up with that, I thought. 

"Pizza it is then." I said and dialed the number to dominoes. 

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