Trouble in Paradise? (One-Shot) - ✔

Trouble in Paradise?

Stephanie Arnolds - Redhead, 5'8, a badass bitch and loves singing.
Had blood cancer earlier - (leukemia) - during high school.
Birthday - 23rd July.

10:48 am

I stared at my laptop screen - 

Congratulations! You have published your entire book and about 1000+ copies are available in the market!

A tear rolled down my eye. I wiped it off.

My phone gave a notification ring. I took it in my hand. 

A smile decorated my lips after seeing who had messaged me.

Amber - Bitch! You finally published your autobiography, didn't you?

Me - Yeah! And over 100 copies have been sold.

Amber - Eh. So first gathered some fame through e-books, then Instagram, and now - a superstar! Published an autobiography at 25! Never seen a greater idiot than you.

Me - Haha! Very funny.

Amber - Hmh! I gtg talk to you later! Byeee!

Me - Love you!

I typed back, pressed the button on my phone's side, threw it on the bed, and ran a hand through my red hair. I stared in the mirror. 

My hair landed just above my elbows, my dark grey eyes glistening, a semi-oversized white buttoned shirt with light blue denim jeans. My 25th birthday. I am 25 years old. My third birthday without him. 

My bangs were all frizzy. The beach waves were all vibrant in them. Tears escaped my eye again. But this time I did not wipe them. I let them flow.

Until I heard my phone ringing. "Ugh! These people won't stop will they?" I grunted.

So they are these people who say that they can predict the past. 

. . .

I trynna wrap my head around it. I mean Of course! 

School isn't necessary. We can do homeschool.

Yeah - and then go around calling tadpoles as baby turtles right?

Saying we don't go to Australia because Japan has many fish markets. Honey let's talk about geography shan't we?

I reluctantly picked up the phone otherwise I will have 17 missed calls on my phone. At first, I felt like dancing to my ringtone but - eh.

"Hello," I said through my phone.

"Oh, my darling Snow-white! Dear, let's teach you how to sew jute rucksacks shan't we?"

I wanted to bang my head against the wall.

"So, first times first we need cotton!"

I banged my head against the wall.

"Yes so take a needle in your hand. Uhh- did an earthquake occur? Oh no!!!"

With this, I cut the call. Good Job Stef! I patted myself.

***

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Just the way he used to do. Whenever he was nervous. I smiled. Those old good days. The way he laughed. The way he made me feel special without any cheesiness.