When A Bully Falls In Love by Valerie Sax (good books to read for women TXT) 📖

Chapter 32: A new Idea

~Aoife~

I came out as I saw Matt rubbing his temple in stress.

“Hey, are you ok?” I said. He tried hard to stir a smile on his stressed face.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

I sat next to him as I constantly looked at him. “What?”

“You know you can talk to me. Right? I may not solve your problem, but we could share some stress as a friend.”

I bit my lips as I squeezed my eyes. A cute smile played on his face. “Is there something you are stressed with?” I tilted my face as he looked in front.

He lashed out a sharp breath as he stroked his head.

“It’s my family. My mom suffers from cancer, and my sister is preparing for university. I cannot help them at all.”

With a heavy breath, he muttered. I felt bad; he was suffering all alone with all these critical matters.

“Does Xander know about it?” I whispered.

“Yeah, he knows about my mom’s health, and his family has already helped me a lot. I can’t ask for more.”

“He helped me with all the medical things, but I can’t tell him about my sister’s university expenses.” He rants out with glossy eyes. I held his hand in my hand as I rested my head on his shoulder.

“I understand; please don’t stress yourself like this. You are the only support, and you gotta stay strong.” I purred.

What’s the use of talking about stressful things? We should always talk about the solution.

“Troubles will come, but we have to find our way.”

“Let’s see the possibilities you can help them with?” I looked at him. “Means?” He questioned.

“You need to help your sister with finances and your mom with emotional support. Right?”

“Hmm,”

“Your mom’s medical is covered; she needs your support emotionally. You can go every weekend to meet her, and if possible, I will accompany you. Is it ok?”

A smile came on his face as he intertwined his finger and shifted towards me.

“Ok, and what about my sister’s university expenses?” He raised a brow.

“That would be difficult, but not impossible. Earn money,” I suggested.

“And who is going to give me a job? I am still in college. Remember?” He snorted.

“Ok, tell me the thing you are good at. I mean your hobbies, or you think you can teach?” I said.

“What are you talking about?” He rolled his eyes.

I grabbed his hand as I wanted him to listen to me carefully.

“Tell me.”

“Music and writing,” he answered casually. I raised my brows with excitement.

“I read a few letters of yours, and I loved it. You are good at this, then why don’t you try to earn money from this?”

He smiled and thought I was talking rubbish. He started walking towards the kitchen, and I blindly followed him.

“You are talking nonsense.”

“Matt, listen to me. Let’s explore the writing platform for you. You are good, and I am sure you will get something good. Just write a beautiful short story and publish it under your name; we will talk to the editor. I am sure it will WOOOO...RRRRRR...kkkkkkk,” I literally screamed at him.

He rolled his eyes and glared at me. “It’s not possible. Aoife.”

He stood blankly in front of me, and I grabbed his hand in mine.

“Please, try for me, once,” I requested him with all my emotions.

He exhaled his breath.

“Fine, but I will write nothing new. I have written quite a few; you can send them if you want to.” He pushed me aside. I followed him back; he paused, and I hit his back.

“What, Aoife? Why are you following me like a lost child?” I could see he was losing his patience, but when Aoife was on a mission, she would not sit quietly?

“Give me,” I asserted.

“Now? In the middle of the night?” He gruffed.

“Yes, you told me to stay here. I listened.”

“I am not feeling sleepy. Please, I can do that.” I crossed my hand on my chest and frowned, showing my puppy eyes at the utmost.

I could keep this expression for more than a minute. “You are a stubborn girl.” He took out the diaries from under the bed.

“Why did you hide them like this?” I asked, helping him out.

“Aoife, I have never shared these stories with anyone, and you are making me mad. So, stop talking and do whatever you want.”

He gruffed at me.

I took his diaries and started reading, and it was beautiful.

“May I ask you something? When did you write? These are beautifully returned. Who is your inspiration?”

I murmured something without looking at him.

When I raised my eyes to see why he was not answering, he crossed his hand on his chest and glared at me.

“Ok, I will be quiet,” I whispered.

He settled himself in front of the couch with his laptop.

I raised my peer again to ask another question.

His nostrils flared with anger. “What? I am sure you can’t stay quiet. Ask what you want to know.” He bellowed.

I smiled, showing my grin to make him calm.

“In your every story, the heroine has blue eyes; why?” I raised my brow with some doubts.

“Because I like bright eyes. And if you can’t read quietly, tell me. I will take all my diaries.” That was rude.

I glared at him.

“I need your laptop.” He gave me as we were trying to avoid any more eye contact. Otherwise, we would fight.

I wrote his story on docs and sent it to some of my contacts. The time had come for me to use the resources I had used to help others. I tried to find some local writing platforms and contests where they asked for short storytelling.

With the help of social networking sites, I could post Matt’s story online. Matt was awake with me.

“You’re not feeling sleepy?” he raised his eyes from his phone.

“Nope, just five more minutes, and I am done for today.”

After that, I slowly settled on the couch. I didn’t know when I slept while working on the laptop.

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