The Prostitute

Chapter 48

               ||Adriana's POV||

"You want juice or water?" I ask Gabriel, standing at the fridge.

"What type of juice in there?" He asks.

"Apple juice and cranberry juice." I say and he scrunches up his face.

"What?.." I trail off.

"Could I just have a water?" He asks and I grab him one and a cranberry juice for me.

"I just don't get it." He says before taking a sip of his water.

"Get what?" I ask, plopping down on the couch.

"How anyone could drink cranberry juice. It's just so bitter to me." He shrugs and I shake my head.

"I feel like you yuck my yum at least once a day." I laugh, drinking my delicious cranberry juice.

"You may be right but I stand on what I say." He laughs, grabbing the remote.

"It's noting on." He shakes his head, flipping through the channels.

"Sunday's are the literally worst." I say and he agrees.

"Let's go out for breakfast today." He suggests.

Not a bad Idea since I don't feel like cooking right now and the growls from my stomach seems to agree as well.

"Sounds like a plan but I think this would technically be brunch since it one in the afternoon." I correct.

"Let's not be a smart ass today." He laughs standing up from the couch.

"I won't be one as long as you don't yuck my food today." I raise a brow.

"Deal." He chuckles.

"I bought an outfit over cause I knew I wanted to take you out for breakfast since yesterday." He says as we walk into my bedroom.

"Sneaky but can't be mad at that." I laugh, walking over to my dresser to get an outfit.

I decide on some black ripped skinny jeans with a over sized graphic tee and my black and white Jordan 1s.

For a split second I did want to wear a dress but remembered I was on my monthly and just really wasn't feeling it.

After showering, I decide to just wear my hair down and curly, flipping it from side to side, scrunching up my curls to get more definition before it fully drys.

I still can't believe how loose and flat my hair is when it's wet because when it's dried, it gets huge.

I use to hate my curly hair when I was younger but now I'm literally in love with it.

When I walked out the bathroom, Gabriel was standing at my dresser already dressed.

He had on some basic black jeans, some random graphic tee, and his air force ones.

"Seriously?" I laugh.

"Hey twin." He laughs, spraying water on his short curly top.

"I didn't even know." I shake my head.

"Let's get a pic." He says, pulling out his phone.

"Dang, can I put on some lipgloss first at least?" I say, quickly grabbing my lipgloss and applying it evenly to my lips.

"Ready?" He asks.

"Yeah come on." I say before he sits his phone down on the dresser and presses the timer.

I wrap my arm around his waist and he wraps his arm over my shoulder and we both smile.

"I just know that came out perfect." Gabriel says has he walks over to pick up his phone.