Sorry for the delay everyone! I have been extremely busy all weekend long! Hope u like it(:
This was the last night I was spending with the whole Jackson family. Everyone was a little sad, including me. Maybe the rain that had been pouring all dag had made our mood even worse, of the fact that my parents were on their way back from Italy. We practically didn't do anything the whole day, just sitting in our pajama's watching films and playing some hide and seek, ocassionally laughing so hard that it felt like we had just done 100 sit ups.
That night, Prince fell asleep volgende to me while I listened to the rain drop's light pitter-patter on the roof. I was too preoccupied with the thoughts of leaving and not seeing Prince every morning. Sure, I would miss everyone else, but Prince and I really grew close over the couple of weeks. It's going to be hard trying to adjust to not being volgende to him all the time.
The moonlight fell elagantly on the trees door the window, making everything look glowing and full of life. Eventually, I started to daze off. The pitter-patter had stopped and the quiet emptiness filled the room. The only sound I heard was Prince's shallow breath inhale and exhale. I just layed there for most of the night, maybe getting 3 hours of sleep.
In the morning Paris came, waking and informing us that we had to get ready. I finished packing all of my stuff and hurried downstairs. Just as we all sat down for breakfast, a loud beep came from the front door.
"Oh. They came early." I zei exasperatedly, looking down. We all got up and went to the front.
"Sweetie!" My mom zei as she wrapped her arms around me.
"Hey mom." I zei quietly, slowly hugging her back. "Let me just go get my bags." I zei walking away. Prince followed me, closing the door in his room.
"Are u ok?" He asked with worry in his voice.
"Yeah. I just couldn't get any sleep last night." I replyed looking down. Prince embraced me in a long hug, lifting my chin up and slowly kissed me for quite a while.
"Elle!" My dad yelled from downstairs. We quickely pulled away. I grabbed my things and ran down the stairs. I hugged everyone, saying good-bye and thanking Katherine.
As we got in the car, my parents informed me of Italy, even though I really wasn't listening. Italy just didn't grab my attention now.
"Elle?" Dad asked.
"Huh?" I zei snapping back to attention.
"Were home."
"Oh." I said, getting out of the car. I walked up the stairs informing everyone I was taking a nap. I layed down, closed my eyes, and fell asleep. When I woke up I reached for my phone in my purse. It wasn't there. I checked my pockets, my duffle bag, the living room, the kitchen, my room, even the bathroom, but it was no where to be found.
"Have u guys seen my phone?" I asked my parents who were lounging in the living room. They both shook their heads.
I reached for the home pagina phone, dialing the numbers of the Jackson's house. Paris answered.
"Hey, Paris. It's me Elle." I said.
"Oh hallo Elle! Whats up?" She asked.
"Well, I think I left my phone at your house. Can u check?" I asked.
"Oh, good! Prince thought u were mad at him of something because u never responded to his texts!One second." She replyed, putting the phone down. "Yeah! I found it! Prince is coming over right now to return it." She said.
"Ok! Thanks! Bye!" I zei as I hung up, happier now that I would see Prince again.
This was the last night I was spending with the whole Jackson family. Everyone was a little sad, including me. Maybe the rain that had been pouring all dag had made our mood even worse, of the fact that my parents were on their way back from Italy. We practically didn't do anything the whole day, just sitting in our pajama's watching films and playing some hide and seek, ocassionally laughing so hard that it felt like we had just done 100 sit ups.
That night, Prince fell asleep volgende to me while I listened to the rain drop's light pitter-patter on the roof. I was too preoccupied with the thoughts of leaving and not seeing Prince every morning. Sure, I would miss everyone else, but Prince and I really grew close over the couple of weeks. It's going to be hard trying to adjust to not being volgende to him all the time.
The moonlight fell elagantly on the trees door the window, making everything look glowing and full of life. Eventually, I started to daze off. The pitter-patter had stopped and the quiet emptiness filled the room. The only sound I heard was Prince's shallow breath inhale and exhale. I just layed there for most of the night, maybe getting 3 hours of sleep.
In the morning Paris came, waking and informing us that we had to get ready. I finished packing all of my stuff and hurried downstairs. Just as we all sat down for breakfast, a loud beep came from the front door.
"Oh. They came early." I zei exasperatedly, looking down. We all got up and went to the front.
"Sweetie!" My mom zei as she wrapped her arms around me.
"Hey mom." I zei quietly, slowly hugging her back. "Let me just go get my bags." I zei walking away. Prince followed me, closing the door in his room.
"Are u ok?" He asked with worry in his voice.
"Yeah. I just couldn't get any sleep last night." I replyed looking down. Prince embraced me in a long hug, lifting my chin up and slowly kissed me for quite a while.
"Elle!" My dad yelled from downstairs. We quickely pulled away. I grabbed my things and ran down the stairs. I hugged everyone, saying good-bye and thanking Katherine.
As we got in the car, my parents informed me of Italy, even though I really wasn't listening. Italy just didn't grab my attention now.
"Elle?" Dad asked.
"Huh?" I zei snapping back to attention.
"Were home."
"Oh." I said, getting out of the car. I walked up the stairs informing everyone I was taking a nap. I layed down, closed my eyes, and fell asleep. When I woke up I reached for my phone in my purse. It wasn't there. I checked my pockets, my duffle bag, the living room, the kitchen, my room, even the bathroom, but it was no where to be found.
"Have u guys seen my phone?" I asked my parents who were lounging in the living room. They both shook their heads.
I reached for the home pagina phone, dialing the numbers of the Jackson's house. Paris answered.
"Hey, Paris. It's me Elle." I said.
"Oh hallo Elle! Whats up?" She asked.
"Well, I think I left my phone at your house. Can u check?" I asked.
"Oh, good! Prince thought u were mad at him of something because u never responded to his texts!One second." She replyed, putting the phone down. "Yeah! I found it! Prince is coming over right now to return it." She said.
"Ok! Thanks! Bye!" I zei as I hung up, happier now that I would see Prince again.
The volgende part of The Voice I hear inside my head will take place a week from the last part because it makes meer sense. It took a long time even though I didn't leave town because I had a stupid softball game. But, I have spent a huge amount of time puking at the sight of Jaafar's face. So, the story is going to change and probably end in about a week of two. It really just depends pn how weak my stomach is. Every time I type his name I get sick to my stomach. It's not that I don't like him anymore, it's just that his face nauseates me. So writing this story would be bad for my health. But I've decided to write another one to replace this one. The other one will be better becasue honestly The Voice I Hear Inside My Head was a pile of hot steaming olifant sh*t:p So I am so looking vooruit, voorwaarts to ending this story. The only reason I'm going to actually finish it is for the 3 people that liked it:)
