Chapter 5

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Charlotte Emerald

"You brought your friends?" My dad asked Chloe who just got back.

I can hear her friend's voices came into our house while my dad and I still sitting in he kitchen. Watching Chloe who's putting her keys on one of the hanger near the dining room.

"Yea," she said.

"Too bad we didn't order much sushi," my dad said.

"No it's fine we're here just to change our clothes and do our make up that we're out," she said.

"You're going out again?" My dad asked.

"Yeah," Chloe left us two.

She left then Cameron walks back into the kitchen,

"I'll be in my room," my dad left Cameron and I.

"Sorry about my sister," I said to Cameron.

"That's fine," he said.

"Wanna get into my room?" I asked him.

"If you don't mind," he said.

"Let's go," I smile.

Cameron follows me to the second flor where I can hear the noise from Chloe's room. Sometimes I feel thankful that we have separate room cause she always got her friends there almost everyday.

We got into the room then I let Cameron in, he steps inside the I close the door behind him. His eyes travel around the room, scanning every part of the room which all white and everything is on its places.

"It's always been so noisy like this when they come over?" Cameron asked me before take a sit on the bed.

"Yeah,"

"What are you doing when they come over?" He asked me.

"Thanks to whoever invented headset," I said then it makes him laugh.

He got up from my bed then he steps closer into my white bookshelf that has so many books. It seems like he looks amaze with my collection? Or maybe he's surprised of how dorky I am?

"You've read all of these?" He asked me.

"Yeah," I said.

"I can tell I read a lot," I said.

"Who's your favorite writer?" He asked me.

"Now?" I asked.

He nodded,

"It's Nicholas Spark," I said then from his expression, he has no Idea.

"What Genre do you like," He asked.

"I like, Romance, Mystery," I said while looking at him who's scanning my bookshelf.

"Can I guess one thing?" He asked me.

"What?" I asked him.

"You've been writing your own story haven't you?" He asked me with a smirk on his face.

"No..," I said.

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