My undeniable love. by Micah Sanchez (ereader that reads to you TXT) 📖

Chapter 1: Plans outta nowhere?

"Tori?" I ask but I dont get replies. Only sobs. "Tori baby what's wrong?"

"I... I... I'm sc-scared." I hear her teeth chattering.

"Why?" Tori is my best friend. I would do anything for her.

"My dad."

"Tell me where you're at."

"Paul's house."

Paul's house? "Ok. STAY PUT! I'm on my way."

 

I go to my parents room and wake them up. I really hope they're in a good mood. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" My mom asks. I'm shaking, on the verge of tears. "Tori just called me in tears. Something about her being scared because of her dad." My voice is shaky.

"Where is she?" My dad asks, getting up from the bed to go fetch the keys.

"At Paul's house." 

"Alright. Come on. Let's go."

 

I get in the car. Tears are rolling down my cheeks. Me and Tori have been through so much shit together. I honestly don’t know what I would do without her. We met this year and we’ve been like glue and paper ever since. I love her to death and can’t stand the thought of something happening to her. I wouldn’t be able to live if something happened to her. 

 

The car comes to a stop and I didn’t even realize that we arrived at Paul’s house. I jump out the car. “Tori?” I ask. No one replies. "Tori. It’s me." Still no answer. ‘Oh god. I hope nothing happened to her.’ I start shaking uncontrollably. I walk back to my car but to be stopped short by a piece of paper on the ground that caught my attention. I picked it up and looked around to see if I saw anyone who this might belong to. But I saw no one. I’m afraid to open it and read it but I do anyways.

It says:

 You were too late. Should've gotten here faster. Now you'll never see her again. Oh and btw, dont bother in looking for her, for it will cost you your life and hers.

 

Of course this didn’t belong to anyone. Because it was for me. Whoever left it knew that she had called me and knew that I was on my way. I walk back to the car, trying to hold back my tears.

 

"You didn't find her I'm guessing." My mom gave me a sympathetic look.

"Your guess is correct."

"Don't worry. Everything will be ok." She tries to assure me (which doesn't work). My dad starts the car and drives off. 

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I wake up in sweats, my breathing is fast and my heart rate is going at a mile a minute. I check my phone to make sure that wasn’t real and sure enough it wasn’t. ‘Thank god.’ That was probably the worst nightmare ever. Like my nightmare said: Tori is my best friend and if anything happened to her I don’t know what I’d do without her. The smell of bacon and eggs fills my nostrils and I immediately wake up from my so-called-beauty sleep. I walk to the bathroom and brush my teeth and then head downstairs. 

 

"Good morning." I give my mom a kiss on the cheek and my dad a hug. 

"Morning princess. How'd you sleep?" He asked. 

"Good, besides the nightmare I had."

"Well thats good." My mom smiles and looks at my dad and he laughs. My parents seem kinda odd. I wonder what’s going on. My mom motions for me to sit down. I do and she puts a plate of bacon, eggs and waffles in front of me. Now I know something is up because my mom only makes waffles when she wants to tell me something, kind of like a bribe in order for me not to get as mad. Dang, my momma knows me well.

"Ok mom. What's up?" I ask.

"What do you mean?" I hear the 'I'm-playing-dumb' tone in her voice.

"Mom, c'mon. I'm not 5 anymore. You only make waffles when you wanna tell me something so I can take it easy." She laughs and my dad gets up to bring me syrup.

"Honey-"

"No baby, let me tell her." My dad sets the syrup in front of me and starts explaining. "We have been planning a trip for a long time now. But only for us," he motions to my mom and him, "because we have both been stressed with work and paying billa that we decided to take a month vacation to France."

 

I almost choke on my 'im-going-to-bribe-you' breakfast. A month?? And in France? Might as well have picked fucking India or Niagara Falls… shit!!

 

"Ok. So that means I'm staying here by myself??" I try to hide the excitement in my voice but it's nearly impossible since I've never been alone for so long. I think the longest was like a week.

"Yes, we think you're responislbe enough to stay alone. Plus, you're too old for a baby sitter." She looks at her watch. "Erik, we have to get going."

 

Wait.... WHAT? Now? All of a sudden? Just yesterday we were talking about all the stuff we were gonna do for the summer vacation and then BOOM, plans outta nowhere? I guess I’ll find plans of my own hence the fact that my parents are gonna be gone basically the whole summer. But don’t get me wrong. I’m very, deeply excited.

 

"Dont worry. Everything is gonna be alright." My dad kisses my head and grab the keys and suitcase while my mom goes upstairs to get her purse.

"Behave Jassmyn. Call us if you need anything. We love you." She gives me a hug. I wave them goodbye and close the door.

 

‘Yea mom, I’ll definitely call you if I need anything because in fucking France you’re gonna be able to help me.’ I roll my eyes at her ignorance. This is gonna be one fun month!!!

Chapter 2: Who knew.

It’s Friday night and me and Tori are having a girl’s night. Since my parents are gone – they left 4 days ago – she’s spending the weekend. I still have no clue what we’re going to do. I have Netflix, movies of my own, a pool, a pool table, and other irrelevant stuff. The doorbell rings and I run to open it.

 

"TORI!!" I jump on her which causes her to stumble back. She chuckels.

"JASS!!" She hugs me tightly with the same force, maybe even force. She backs up and smiles really wide at me. "I'm guessing you have no plans, right? Hopefully?

I roll my eyes. "Duh or else I wouldn't have called you to spend the weekend." I swear, for a hispanic chick she sure does have alot of blonde moments. 

 

(A/N: No offense to blonde chicks. I have alot of blonde friends and trust me... I have a lot of blonde moments myself)

 

"Ok. Well Chris is having a party and I want to go" She states. 

"You know I don't like him. Everytime we're around him I get a bad feeling." The hairs on the back of my neck and on my arms stick up at the mentioin of his name. 

"Please??" She gives me the puppy dogs and I can never resist the face. "Vincent is gonna be there."

My frown turns in a smile as she says his name. Vincent has been my crush since the beginning of the school year. "Fine but what are we gonna wear?" Her smile goes from normal to fucking huge. She grabs my arm and pulls me up the stairs into my room and into my closet. She scans my clothes for like 10 minutes, mumbling something like 'you need better party clothes.' My legs were starting to hurt so I decide to sit down and as soon as I sit on my bed she yanks my arm and hands me my clothes: ripped jeans from American Eagle, a beige lace crop top, and my brown strap-on sandals. 

"Are you sure about this? I ask but she answer by shoving me in the bathroom. "But what are you gonna wear? She rolls her eyes and closes the bathroom door. 

"Hurry up. We have an hour to get ready. My brother is gonna pick us up." Then I hear my bedroom door close. 'She's Tori. She'll find something to wear if she hasn't brought anything with her.' She low-key stresses me out. But I love her to bits and pieces.

 

I start the water, making sure the knob is at hot. I strip from my clothes and get in the shower. The hot water feels good on my back. After what seemed like 5 minutes just standing there doing nothing, I grabbed the soap and started cleaning myself. Then I grabbed my mango strawberry smelling shampoo and washed my hair, put conditioner on and then rinsed. When I was done, I got out and dried myself. I mentally cursed Tori for not giving me an underwear and bra. I wrapped a towel around myself and went to get what I was missing. Tori was in the other bathroom singing her lungs out. I quickly put on my under garments, followed by my jeans and my crop top. 

 

"Uuu, that ass tho!" I laugh while my best friend starts to get dresssed. She put on her pants - high waisted ripped jeans - that I love so much and make her look like she has an ass. A black off-the-shoulder shirt that has white strips. Actually, that shirt looks like mine. 

"Tori???" 

"Mhm." She says.

"Is that my shirt?" 

She throws her head nack and laughs. "Yes."

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Text: Micah
Images: Micah
Editing: Micah
Publication Date: 05-22-2017

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Dedication:
Thanks to all my friends who kept telling me to write.