NEVER ENDING STORY by Tifanny (bill gates books recommendations .TXT) 📕

shame. I had a million words I can say other than I was looking for mosquitoes. Quick thinking, really saved my ass.

“So, where did you go these days? Haven’t seen you around.” That pulled me back to reality.
“I went for a short vacation. Been really busy.”
“Where did you go?”
He put his elbow on the table and landed his chin on his palm, looking at me with those gorgeous amethyst eyes.
“Hawaii.” He had the most gentle smile, it faded as the teacher enters the class. My heart sank as it fade away.

The classes went on like usual, however my attention was elsewhere. The bell rang, I went to my locker to take my book. A hand rested beside my locker, wondering who it was I looked. Damn, James Letcher. The star quarterback of the school’s ‘precious’ football team. He’s been bugging me since forever.

“Hey, beautiful.” I rolled my eyes, annoyed by his constant pick up lines. Ignoring him I headed to the cafeteria. I took the tray and searching for a place to sit.
“Want to sit with me?” James asked tapping on the seat beside him. I just walk away.
“Charlotte, baby. Come on.” Beg all you want sucker, I don’t give a damn about your sorry ass. I know how guys like him are, they treat girls like trash.

I took a seat at the corner. As I was about to take a bite of my sandwich, a tray landed in front of me.

“Hey, eating alone?” Charles took a seat.
“Kind of obvious”
“You don’t mind me sitting here?”
“Doesn’t have my name on it, feel free”
“So um, who was that guy?” he said pointing at James.
“Who? Him? A bug” I said while munching on my skittles.
“He’s a bit too big for a bug” he snickered.

We laughed and talked the whole lunch break. We walked to our classes together
I realised we had a lot in common, too much in common.

That night I slept soundly. I felt that warmth again, this time it stayed longer. I snuggled closer to it. It just felt safe being close.

“Charlotte” I heard my name whispered softly.

chapter three

Since I’ve been hanging out with Charles a lot, we are practically best friends. We get along like a house on fire. He understands me so well. Once in a while his beautiful amethyst eyes would glow mysteriously, its kind of creepy but something about those eyes attracts me to him. My head would be blank whenever I see them.

“Mistress, I was wondering if I could have a few days off?” Fred never looked so nervous in his entire life. Did he steal my skittles? I’ll have to check.
“Fred, you can take the whole week off. Consider it as a reward for your hard work.”
“Thank you Mistress! Thank you.” His aged face glowed with happiness.
“You never asked for a vacation, Fred. What’s the matter?”
“My daughter…she had a miscarriage.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Do nurse her back to health.” Fred politely bowed and left me to finish my breakfast.

Poor Fred, must be hard on him losing a grandchild.

After the American history class ended, Charles and Charlotte skipped the next class to go hang out at Dean’s diner. They loved that place, it’s a retro heaven as they call it. They usually spent hours talking and laughing about their past.

“Charlotte, I was thinking if I could hang out at your place next Saturday”

That was….random.

“I guess you could. What’s with the random request?” I arched an eyebrow and frowned waiting for an answer. He just chuckled….CHUCKLED. Now that just made a vein popped on my forehead. I unleashed my wrath on the hamburger.

I had documents piling like mountains in the study. Took me forever to sort it out. I miss Fred already. Just barely finishing my work, I headed back to my room to rest.

As my mind wonder off I remembered that conversation with Charles. My place? I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom, we were in a ‘relationship’ but isn’t it too fast? I mean of course I don’t mind him coming over. I started looking around, this mansion screams LUXURY. Fred did say dad had an exquisite taste for antiques.

I laid back on my bed. I have this weird feeling, something just felt wrong. I can’t put my finger on it. Maybe I had a too oily dinner. Whatever the case is nothing could beat a good night sleep.

I twisted and turned yet my eyes won’t close. I got up and headed for the kitchen, my dry throat in need of a drink. With my thirst out of the way I wandered around the mansion, so large and empty. Fred was away for a week, that makes the mansion seems more hollow.

I walked down the outrageously long hall to find myself standing in front of a door. I have never seen it before as I entered I ran my hand across the wall in hope of finding the switch.

Where’s my spy instinct when I needed them.

Finally I found the switch and flipped the lights on. I froze, my jaw fell on the ground. The room looks grand, fit for a king. A bed rested in the middle of the room not a normal place to have a bed. I saw a nineteenth century antique desk in front of the bed. I went near the desk and sat on the leather seat. It felt right. I look around and found a picture in one of it’s drawers. A handsome probably in his late twenties man and an elegant well off lady that I assume had to be a pair. They had the most loving expression.

I stared at that picture for who knows how long. They seem so familiar yet distant. I felt a smile lit on my face. I turned to see the back of the picture.

“Isaac & Elizabeth William”

William?

Mom...dad?

Chapter four

I stared out the window during the entire class….

That picture, they were so in love so in peace so…dead. My existence separated them its all my fault. I shouldn’t be born. I hate myself for coming in between them if I wasn’t born mom would still be alive. Dad will still be by her side.

What have I done?

“Hey” His voice snapped me back to reality.
“Oh, hey” I said dryly. Just want him to leave me alone. Who am I kidding? He didn’t do anything. Why am I lashing out at him?
I know he understood my mood. He left me some space; I need to sort out my thoughts. Everything just seems unreal right now. I need to keep it together.

“So you’ll still come this Saturday?”
“Yea, if you let me?”
“Of course, Fred’s took some time off so you just have to tolerate my crappy cooking.” He laughed and had me giggling myself.
“I’ll take some indigestion pills with me. I don’t want to die just yet.”
“Ha, very funny. Jerk.” I nudge him with my elbow. He always made me feel better.

We continued talking on our way to the lab. I always had a thing for Chemistry. Make me feel like a mad scientist. With a white lab coat on and a little deep and evil menacing laughter. I feel smart and evil…

I SHALL RULE THE WORLD.

I set the papers aside. I'm having a date today and i'm stuck here doing paperwork, really? I stared at my phone. Surfing the net, searching for recipes that I COULD make. Cooking's not easy. I put my phone down and stared at the clock...

I finally decided to cook.

It is really depressing learning how to cook from cookbooks and cooking channels. Although I don’t mind a little bit staring at Jamie Oliver work his magic on AFC, his thick British accent and his red lush lips. Oh yes, full of flavour. I smell something burning, interrupting with my fantasy.

OH SHIT! My rosemary chicken!

I ran as fast as I could towards the kitchen. Yes, it’s official. I’m serving coal for lunch. Fantasies always ruin stuff. What am I supposed to do? I can’t serve coal. I’m not about to embarrass myself.

TAKE-OUTS.

I’ll have to order good old take-outs. It took the deliveryman half an hour to deliver my order of Italian food. I have to admit it was worth every minute. It made me drool just smelling it. I can’t wait till Charles arrives and just in time. I heard the doorbell rang. I ran to the gates, eager to see him. I wore my usual shirt and jeans. Just wanted to be casual.

“Hey, come on in” I smiled while gesturing the door. He also wore casual clothes. Thank god. He smiled back and followed me inside. He gave me the bouquet of roses he had in his hand as I closed the door. It made me blush. I took a little sniff of the roses. The fragrance wafted smelled lovely.
“Have a seat. I’ll be right back.” I went to look for a vase to place the roses in.

We both sat down at the dining table facing each other. I watched him slowly took a bite before I took one myself.
“You said you couldn’t cook? This is amazing.” I giggled at his compliment.
“What?” I couldn’t help but giggled louder.
“Its take out” I said between my laughter. His hand covered his mouth as he laughed. He should take a look at his face. Priceless.

After lunch, we sat and talked for a while.

"Seriously, i think he's cool" I snickered.
"No, Patrick is cooler!" Refusing to back down.
"OMG, will you just give up already? Let