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Veronica didn't question me when we drove off the place. I sensed that she was extremely confused. But she knew that with my bothering face expression, not to ask any questions.

I made myself comfy on the seat then felt my eyes wanting to close. In a minute, everything went black.

•'~'•

I open my eyes to look at a white ceiling. I seat up in my bed to look at myself from my vanity mirror. My head hurt and my hair looks like if I have been in a jungle full of savage animals. I let my body loose balance from my hips and up, instead of my head landing on the pillow, half of my body crashes with the headrest.

Can you imagine how much that hurts? No, you can't imagine it because you haven't crashed your body with the headrest, right this moment.

"Ouch." I groan. That hurts. "Veronica." I scream my sister name.

"What?" She immediately appears in my room. Apparently, my sister is going out since, her makeup is done, she's wearing tight jeans, a brown leather jacket, hair is down, and is looking at me with a worried and nervous expression.

"Where are you going?" I look at her up and down.

"Um... well..."

"What happened yesterday?"

"You..."

"How did I walked myself up the stairs and to my room? I don't remember coming up to my room."

"Let me talk Rose. Let. Me. Talk."

"Okay?"

"You had a bad discussion with one of your secret ex's I... assume."

"Ex's? When I ever had an ex?"

"You got in my car... then you fell asleep. You didn't want to wake up for as much that I tried hitting your arm with a water bottle. So I, like the best sister ever, had to carry you to your room."

I smiled at her. "Aww, you had to carry your little sister up to her room. How nice of you."

"Hmm, yeah. How poor of me with your heavy ass." She murmured.

"So where are you going?"

"So who was that savage hot beast whom you had the world's biggest discussion with?" She said innocently crossing her arms in front of her chest and leaning on my door frame, giving me a close mouth, smile.

Who the hell was she talking about? Then I remembered... Josh.

How mom convinced me to go out and dedicate a day to myself. How I listened to her and ended up... Rescuing the last person I wanted to see?

What would be the best word to describe this type of undesired scenes?

I remember the discussion. I told him to ask her to tell him the whole story. He must have known everything by now. I hope he really does listen to me and don't start looking for me. Plus, what would he want to talk with me about?

"Oh, that. was... just one of my admirers who I had to scream at him that I won't succumb to go out with him for the 12th time this month." Yes, I know it's a lie. But she will believe it. Watch.

"This month?" She raised an eyebrow, questioningly, pointing a finger to the floor. Told you, she believed it!

"Yeah."

"Wow Rosie, I thought you only got guys on you for a couple of minutes, apparently, you get guys on you 24/7."

"What?" I said propping my elbows on the bed.

Well, I do have a gourgeous face that boys can't get enough of. I think it's my teenage prize for going like a clown during middle school. Guys wouldn't stop to look at me.

"Whatever. So, where are you going Veronica? Do you think you can fit a small body into your date?"

Immediately, she gritted her teeths pulling her head off the doorframe and tucking her hands in her pockets.

"Um... about that... I was going to ask if you can take care of Millie. Rosie, I know that this is... maybe my 4th date this month but I-"

"Veronica and her blind dates." I said rolling my eyes.

"I really think that this guy is the one. We have been talking for months and he finally asked me out! I know lots of things about him and he knows a lot about me too. I have even talked to him about you. He has-"

"You have been talking about me with a stranger?" I groaned.

"He's not a stranger."

"Oh really? Have you seen him in person?"

"No but I have seen pictures of him. He also has a little brother that's maybe about your age. What a coincidence huh?" I sensed what she was thinking from the way she said it.

"Whah a coincidence huh?" I mocked her. "And you expect me to have some kind of relationship with his brother, don't you?"

"Yes Rosie. Because out of all the guys that I have dated, this one is really the one that interests me. So yes, I do expect you to have some kind of relationship with his brother. Whatever relationship you want to have with him, but I expect you to be nice."

"Uhg." I groan. "Whatever. Okay now, leave. I will take care of Mollie, I mean Millie."

"Gosh Rose, how many nephews do you have?"

"Don't forget that we have 5 more brothers and sisters. Which have more than 2 or 3 kids."

"True that. But we have like a year that we don't see them. How are you going to still remember some names that you haven't heard of in a super long time, and forget a name that jumps up and down in your ears?"

"Hmm, I don't know. Just leave now." I said seating in my bed and sliding my feet into my sandals.

I got out of bed and made my way to my own bathroom.

I closed the door shut, not hearing another word from Veronica.

I grabbed my toothbrush and tried to poop a fancy squiggly line of paste to my brush, like I see in TV. But I made a big fail when squeezing the damn paste and pooping a big fat amount of paste in my brush. Ugh, my life is so miserable!

Suddenly, my bathroom door slams hard against the wall. I turn around to see Veronica standing by the door.

"Whah-duh-uh-wah?" I try to say the words while brushing my teeths.

"Didn't you hear when I said to take Mollie, I mean Millie to the park? Damn it, I can't believe I'm forgetting my own daughter's name." She murmured the last sentence, placing a big arm in my bathrooms doorframe.

"Yes, I know. We always go to the park when your out. Dating who knows who." I waved my toothbrush in the air.

"Okay, bye."

Finally, I said in my mind as soon as she closed the door.

I quickly brushed my teeth, striped myself, and entered my shower. I took a quick bath then put fresh clothes on.

I did my makeup: mascara, eyeliner and lipgloss. I pooped a small amount of lotion in my hand then massaged it in my arms and legs. I let my black curly hair free today, although I shouldn't, since I'm sure that I will be running and playing tag with Mollie.

"Mollie are you-" I screamed but the little girl didn't let me finish screaming when she appeared in my door frame, already dressed.

"I'm ready auntie!" She said adjusting her skirt, smiling. "Is my memory not working, or were you just about to call me Mollie?"

Shit. "Uh... Well, let's get going. I'm sure your dying to see that minion that flirts with you all the time." I said turning my room lights off and pulling her out of my room.

•'~'•

"Hey... What do you want to be when you grow up, Mollie? I mean Millie." I asked my four year old nephew, emphasizing her real name.

"Ugh, stupid people always confusing my name." I hear her murmuring really quiet but I still can hear every word.

"What was that hon?"

"Nothing. Oh, I think I want to be a teacher when I grow up."

"You want to be a teacher when you grow up?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "Why?"

"To teach people to not confuse other people's names." She murmurs between gritted teeths again.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Mollie, stop-"

"Millie!" An excited loud voice interrupted me from scolding my nephew.

I look to the owner's voice to see a cute little girl, maybe about Mollie's age. I realized that we were already in the park when my eyes looked at the place that I have been coming to for about a year now.

"Andrea!" Millie excitedly waved to the little girl. "Bye Auntie." She said running away from me before I could blink.

"Oh!" She stopped running and turned to me giggling and blushing. "Auntie, have fun looking at the hotties over there." She said nodding and pointing a long arm to the basketball court where 2 boys... oh no wait, 2 hot boys, were playing basketball.

I look to Mollie seeing now that she has already entertained herself with her friend. Oh God, this girl is too smart for her age. Is Veronica sure that's she's four years old?

I entered the park, pulled out my phone, and sat on a bench that gave me the whole view of the boys playing basketball and the small children's park to check on Mollie.

I turned my phone on and slide down my finger to see the notification bar. I had 2 messages and a missed call. I ignored them and brought my eyes to look past my phone screen and over to the boy who was about to shoot the ball.

My eyes went up when he shoot the ball and my eyes followed how the ball flew in the air, hitting the basket and making circles on the basket edges, then final falling in the damn basket. Somehow, I got excited because he made it. "You go Glen Coco!" My mouth accidentally blurted out loud and my body rose up so my hands could draw a thumbs up in the air. My lips formed a smile. I caught the two boys attention and after a second, I felt nervous for my actions.

What are they thinking of me?

They both looked at me and the one that made the shot smirked, almost smiling. He was wearing a white muscle tank top that showed his biceps. And he had strong biceps. Shit... What am I saying!

I smiled at him and sat down with my phone in my hands, still looking at him. The starring between the guy and me was still on air and I was kind of feeling a bit, uncomfortable. Still with the smile on his face, he finally looked away from me then passed the ball to the other boy.

I looked to my phone screen and started tapping my phone, still feeling a bit nervous for my recent actions.

I had a missed call from Mom and 2 messages from Katherine, my boss. I immediately dialed mom.

She responded on the 4th ring.
Any words to describe this type of people?

"Hey honey, how was your day yesterday? Did you have fun?"

"Oh, it was great mom. I had lot's of fun. I played lots of games by myself, I talked by myself, I went crazy by myself, and I even jumped in a pool by myself, can you imagine how fun that was?"

After all it was a day for myself! Wasn't it.

"Uh..."

"No, you can't imagine how fun that was because you haven't dedicated a day to yourself mother."

"Well, how do you think I met your father young lady?"

"Aaaah..."

"Exactly honey. Yes honey, it was a day for yourself, but if you didn't feel comfortable having a day only to yourself, you could've asked Veronica to accompany you."

"No, it was okay mom. I actually enjoyed dedicating a day to myself." It was true. It's nobody's fault that someone else came and ruined my day!

"Okay honey. Then you should keep on going out by yourself more often. Who knows if you'll finally meet your man and finally know what a kiss is!"

Well, yes, if you didn't know it... I haven't had my first kiss. Calm down people I'm waiting for the right one. I must watch out and not waste my first kiss on an idiot that does not deserve it.

"Rosie, your 16 years old. You better not hit 20 before having your first kiss young lady."

"Okay, mom. Whatever. Well, call you later, I have to check on Mollie."

"Who's Mollie?"

"Your granddaughter."

"You have a daughter?"

"What? No, Veronica's daughter, mother. Veronica's daughter."

"Ooh, isn't it Millie?"

"Yes mom, Millie, I have to check on Millie."

"Oh, okay. Well, bye honey. Love you." I heard her blow lots of kisses to the screen.

"Love you too mom." I blew lots of kisses to the screen too.

After hanging up on her, now I was ready to confront the hotties that are coming my way. Yes, the boys that were playing basketball are coming towards me! Why do you think that I made up the excuse of checking up on Mollie? I mean, Millie.

Crossing by the thought, I looked to my right to check on Mollie. She's not playing tag, as expected. No, this girl isn't. Can someone please tell me that Millie is not trying makeup on with her little friend? I can see from far how they are sitting on a bench giggling and laughing, with make up kits in their laps and powdering makeup onto each others faces. Are those make up kits real? I mean, are they of grown ups? Did that, Andrea steal it from her mother? What's wrong with little girls this days?

Oh, no! Veronica will kill me... I need to stop that girl!

"What's up lonely girl?" Someone in front of me said.

I looked up to see the two boys. The one that I cheered at, holds the basketball between his armpit.

"Hey." I smile at them and look at the cute one, the one that I cheered at.

"Why are you so lonely here?" He asks.

"Because I don't have friends."

"Awww..." He sings.

"Why don't you have friends?" His friend asks.

"Because I don't like to have friends."

"Oh. Then I guess we should leave." His friend said and started walking away. The cute boy gave him a not-agreeable expression but followed his friend anyways.

No... What have I done?

"No wait." I ran to them and stopped myself in front of them. "I meant... I don't like to have girl friends." I tried to explain myself.

"So you hang out with boys all the time?" The cute boy friend asked.

"No, look, it's a long story but the case is that... I don't like to have girl friends. Now that doesn't mean that I hang out with boys all the time." I explained myself and waited for their response.

"Do y'all get me?" I clapped the back of my hand with the palm of my other hand.

"Yes." The cute boy said and smiled at me.

I smiled back at him.

"Yeah, we get you." His friend finally said.

There was silence between us three for some seconds.

"So what's y'all name? Do y'all have names?" I interrupted the silence."

"I'm Michael." The cute one said smiling and extended his arm to me. I think I'm getting used to used to his cute smiles.

Should I keep on calling him the cute one, or Michael?

I shook my thoughts away and shook his hand. "I'm Rose." I said smiling back.

"Hey y'all, flirtybirds don't forget about me." The other guy said.

Flirtybirds? We weren't flirting.

"I'm Briant." He said, also smiling, and extended his arm to me.

I shook it and smiled back. "I'm Rose."

"I know."

"So my boy right here would like to invite you to play basketball with us." Bryant said, throwing an arm to cute Michael's shoulder.

"I would like to invite her? Wasn't you the one that said-"

"No, you asked me to-"

"Didn't you asked me to-"

Are they really fighting for who decided to invite me?

"Ahem." I got their attention. "I'm just going to go and play because I can't wait until y'all finish fighting over who decided to invite me." I got close to cute Michael and steal the ball from him.

As I got close to him, the aww scent of his male cologne quickly filled my nostrils. My arm accidentally rubbed with his arm, causing me to almost loose my breath.

I immediately backed away, checking on Mollie one more time before running my way to the basketball court.

I got to the court in a second. I threw a glance to the boys that were talking and whispering things to each other. I immediately felt sad... disappointed.

What are they talking about? Are they some kidnappers and I have already fell in their trap? Ugh, what's wrong with me?

I dismissed my thoughts away and looked up at the basket that was foots higher than me. I started to play by dribbling the ball.

I don't know how to play basketball but I love it and I will play it even though I don't know how to play. I used to play basketball in 3rd grade on my after school programs. I remember when I used to get my tiny butt between all the boys and pretend like I knew how to play basketball. Sometimes, I would catch the basketball and everyone would be starring at me, yelling at this minion to pass them the ball. I would look for the cutest boy but like, there weren't any cute boys I always ended up passing the ball to the teachers when my friends, cute boys or cool people weren't there.

How I miss my childhood...

I jumped and tried to make a shot. The ball hit the big hoop's board then fell in the basket!

Yayyy for me!

"You go minion!" I looked to my left to see Michael smiling at me. Bryant is by his side.

Minion?

I smile at him and wait for them to come to me.

"Minion?" I chuckle at Michael when he approaches me.

"Glen Coco wasn't the best cheer name either." He smiles and winks an eye.

I wonder if he smiles like that to all the girls.

He grabbed the ball from the ground and started dribbling, when I thought he was going to shoot, he passed it to Bryant. When I thought he was going to pass me the ball, he made a shot!

And that's how I spend the rest of my afternoon. Playing basketball with this guys and checking on Mollie a few times.

I was so distracted playing, that I didn't realize the time. When I checked my phone it was 2:44.

Shoot! Mollie is not allowed in the park past 3:pm. I have to get home before Veronica comes back.

"Rose!" When I looked up from my phone, an enormous orange thing was on its way to hit my face.

The thing hit me, leaving me dizzy and seeing everything blurry. I felt like wanting to pass out. I felt my body dancing down to the floor. I was sure that I was going to hit the floor when a pair of arms caught me. I felt someone carrying me and taking me somewhere. My eyes came back to me when someone sat me down in a bench.

I shook my head and open my eyes to see a worried, powdery Mollie, looking at me. She had a bad amount of makeup in her face. I'm for sure going to kill this girl and her mother is going to kill me. "Auntie are you alright?" She asked.

"Yes, what happened?" I said bringing a palm up to my face.

"Um... I accidentally... hit you with the basketball." I looked up to see Michael with a guilty face holding the basketball between his hip and arm. "Sorry." He looked so guilty.

"What time is it? Mollie we need to go." I screamed grabbing her arm and running her out of the place. "Nice meeting y'all guys." I waved to the guys then kept running.

"Mollie how you dare put make up on your face? Your mom is going to kill me do you know that?"

"Don't exaggerate Rose. She is just going to scold you. That's all."

"Yeah, you think of it so with ease and calmly. Lucky your not in my place."

"Rose!" Someone called me. I turn around to see... Michael? Even though we were at a far distance, I can feel him nervous. He signaled a finger to me to go over to him.

"Stay here Mollie." I whispered to Mollie then, a bit nervous, walked up to him.

"Yes?" I said when we were close.

He hesitated for some seconds then asked the expected/not expected question. "Can I have your number?"

Um... What was that?

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