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Mixed 'N' Matched Love: Ch. 5 - Edited.
Nick's POV:
Maybe I should tell him the truth, you know, that I love him, like a lot. But, then I’d still have no chance, because I’m pretty sure that he doesn’t feel the same way.
He’d probably laugh if he ever found out the truth about me. I can’t believe a girl like me actually fell for a guy like him. I’m in love with someone who’s totally out of my league! And I’m even more out of his league.
‘Oh, what am I gonna do now?’ I groaned. ‘I don’t know, maybe sabotage his wedding? Find faults in his new bride-to-be? Attempt murder?’
All those ideas were stupid and idiotic and would never even work anyway.
I sighed deeply, feeling wary from thinking of all this and stared up at my charcoal black ceiling.
Black was one of my favorite colors next to blue and purple, so most of the things in my room were of that color. But, what else would you expect from a Goth girl like me?
I stared curiously at my aunt as she cautiously inched herself into my room. I knew she was afraid of the multiple punk rocker things that were displayed all over my room. I had it all from the posters to the bed sheets, the backpacks and the make-up brands. It was like the Barbie brands, if you’d replace their pictures with emo girls and guys and bloody skulls with hearts on fire.
Anyway, it was like incredibly rare that auntie was actually coming into my room right now. So, this must’ve been important, since she was the one who stated, “I’ll only come into your room when the world was ending or the house is on fire, otherwise you can forget it!”
I used to laugh at and I probably would be too right now, but something about the weird look on her face told me that it wasn’t the best idea.
Out of the corner of my darkly colored kohl eyes, I peered out my window to make sure that the world really wasn’t ending, but the weather was perfectly fine and sunny. So, that couldn’t have been the deal.
'So, what could?' I wondered.
“Nikkia.” she started off.
I guess I should started off by saying that my real name is actually Nicolette Nikkia Carmenita.
Yeah, I know it's a Spanish name and I actually really kinda like it. I love how easily it rolls off my tongue even though it was a real mouthful. I especially loved it because of mom. She was the one who named me this after herself. Since she was known as Nikkia Nicolette Carmenita herself.
And the only reason that dad left me and my younger sister, Nyla's, the same as mom is because of how much he used to love her before she died. I actually don't even remember what our last name used to be before dad changed it and I never actually bothered to ask, because there's nothing else in this world that I'd rather be known as Carmenita.
Well, there's that and there's also that and there's also Melliar, which is Drew's last name. But, that's a dream that may never come true for me.
Anyway, my dad was from London and my mom from Latin America. She died when I was like eight or something like that. So, most of my family members just call me Nicolette or Nikki because they say that I remind them of mom herself.
And as much as I love the name that she christened me with, I rather that people just called me Nick like Drew did.
"Yes auntie?" I asked her.
"Nikki, when are you going to start thinking about your marriage, dear? You're the right age for it and you know that marriage is the most important thing in a girl's life."
I sighed. I should've known it was about this.
"Auntie, I told you I'm not ready for this and marriage just isn't as important as it is to other girls, like Nyla. Why don't you get her married first, and then worry about me?" I suggested to her.
Nyla June Carmenita, my little sister. She was like a year and two months younger and the complete opposite of me. While I got the black hair and blue eyes from mom, she got the brown hair and hazel colored eyes from dad.
No one could really believe that we were both related and not just because we didn’t look alike, but also because we had two different personalities.
I was tough and Gothic; she was sweet and shy. I had a Spanish accent and she had an American one. I just wasn't ready for marriage yet and Nyla has practically everything set, except for the boy.
Sometimes I wished she were the older one, but then she would’ve gotten all of mom’s traits instead of me and that would’ve been absolutely unfair!
And I really didn’t see what was so great about all this marriage stuff. It just proved that all guys were jerks. And I’m pretty sure that Drew’s just as big of as a jerk as all the rest of the guys in the world, but all I know is that he’s never been a jerk to me.
Well, except for this one little time and that was in the past – all forgotten and dead.
"Nikkia, sweetheart, by the time you are ready, most boys are gonna be dead by then. And you know the oldest gets married first; if you don't get married, then Nyla can't either." I sighed again. "Your father has gotten this great proposal for you and they're coming tomorrow to see you. Please at least give the boy a chance and then you can choose one of your own if you don’t like him."
“Whoa, whoa, wait, when did all this happen?” I asked, sitting up straight.
“Last night, when you were over at your friend’s house, Drew was it?” she answered.
Auntie had just recently come and moved here. It was becoming harder and harder for dad to take care of us since we were all grown up now and we still didn’t have a mother figure in the house to take care of our problems, so he decided to call over his older sister from Italy. And it’s only been a week since she’s been here and I already feel like mother is still here with us.
“Oh,” I looked down. “But-but, I-“
“Just promise me you’ll behave and look nice.” she pleaded me with her eyes.
I sighed in defeat.
“Alright, fine. I promise, auntie.”
She smiled, before kissing my head and rushing out of my room.
I lied back down on my bed and thought about all of this. In the end, I figured that maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. I mean, if Drew is getting married, what was the harm of me doing the same? Who knows maybe he’ll turn up to be a good looking and sweet guy, much like Drew?
Ah, yeah right, like that’s ever gonna happen! Besides my money and body, there’s nothing else good about me that would ever interest someone like Drew ever.
Marriage and I was just not a good combination.
But, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget my first love and that is Andrew Melliar, Drew for short. I’ll never forget him – never ever.
“And I know for sure that Drew and I will be together now and forever in my heart.” I whispered that line a few more times out loud and thought about Drew, making me blush deeply.
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