Remember when I said that dad made a deal with both me and Damien, about how we should earn around half the price of our desired cars and the rest half of it, our dad will pay, and how Damien got his car by working at a mall, and how I couldn't get a car because I accidentally burnt the eyebrows of my boss. *air quotes* While I was working at an ice cream parlour.

Well I guess My ex boss's eyebrows still didn't grow back.

How do I know this?

By the look he is giving me right now through the ice cream window, while I am holding my cookie dough tub, trying to hide my face behind the tub and everyone else laughing their ass off while Des explained them as to why this guy was trying to stab me with his eyes.

And without any eyebrows, he is looking extra scary and creepy.

I really wanted to stop Des, to not tell everyone about how unskilled I am at everything, especially scooping ice cream into a cone. All you had to do was just ask people which flavour they want and give it to them. How can anyone mess this job?

Hunter and Brody were about to punch, no eyebrow man in the face as he was staring at me, but Des stopped them and told everyone about his side of the story. She even said that it's his generosity that he is not calling the cops on me.

Seriously Des? It's not my fault that he brought his eyebrows filled face near the fire. How hard is it? You just don't put your face in the fire.

Alright it was all my fault.

But how was I supposed to know that even an ice cream parlour could catch fire. I was doing great before that short circuit in the air conditioning.

I tried to remember his name, something like Dicky? Dickson? Dick?

I am pretty sure it had a Dick in it.

The guy was still eyeing me. I got the creeps just thinking about it. It's not everyday that a middle aged man, who's name has a dick in it and has no eyebrows is staring at you while scooping ice cream cones to small children. He looks intense. Even some of the children looked creeped out.

So finally we were back, near Hunter's truck as everyone was digging in there ice creams and me standing there holding the big cookie dough tub in my hand waiting to get home so that I could scoop some ice cream for my self.

I should have listened to Kyle when he told me to get a smaller cup or cone. But how was I supposed to know that he was not planning something funny?

And I would rather eat this tub alone in my room, alone, where I won't have to talk to anyone. My main reason being, not wanting to share my ice cream with anyone.

But no talking is also what I prefer when I eat. I hate those kind of people who talk while they eat. I seriously don't want to know what you are eating while to spit it out on my face.

And that is why you enjoy your ice cream in peace girl.

Hence proved.

But now as I am looking at Kyle munching on his chocolate chip and making umm noises, I am about to open this tub right here right now and eat the ice cream with my bare hands.

I pouted at Hunter, who was at the last bite of his Chocolate Brownie Sundae.

He looked at me with playful eyes.

Oh those green buttons.

There was some dark brown chocolate on his lower lip.

So an insanely hot guy, with chocolate dripping of his lips is looking at me with a flirtatious grin.

Hello? Bursting ovaries over here.

Control yourself Danny.

Control.

Do not jump on Hunter.

Why do I want to jump on Hunter on the first place?

Something is definitely wrong with me.

And I think I really have to meet aunt Hilda soon and tell her about all the hormonal things going on with me now a days.

Firstly I wanted to eat grapes from a shirtless Hunter, then I wanted to kiss his totally kissable lips, then I almost had a romantic moment with him in the hallway of our school, almost giving a heart attack to my chemistry teacher and I think I am number one on Jasmine's hit list now and now I am again thinking about his stupid lips and the chocolate smudge on them.

And let's not forget the fireworks I have in my stomach every-time I look him in the eye.

I don't know what gotten into me but I lifted my hand and just rubbed my thumb onto his lips, removing the ice cream smudge off them.

I felt like I just touched a rose petal.

How can anyone's lips be that soft?

I really need to ask him what lip balm he uses.

His mischievous grin is now changed into a serious face.

He was looking at me like I did something really wrong.

I told you Danny.

Couldn't you just tell him that he has something on his face? No, you had to be the smart ass you are and take control in your own hands. You never listen to me.

Hunter is still looking at me with wide eyes.

Oh my god.

Hunter is never going to talk to me ever again.

He is going to scream 'you are weird' on my face and then going to run away. Or probably change his address too.

I don't think much. It can happen.

I was waiting and preparing myself for the outburst but he totally baffled me by kissing on my cheek, just beside my lips. Now I am looking at him with wide eyes.

I wonder how my eyelids are not broken yet.

I don't think my stomach can take anymore of this torture.

..............................................................

So my monthly gift is here. Thank god it's a Saturday, if it was a school day I could have murdered Dave or Brody by now.

I prefer to stay alone during these days. Just me, my bed and my Nutella with my rom-com movies.

I go by my self made saying, No interaction, No drama, No stabbing someone with a pencil in the eye.

I know it doesn't rhyme but it works for me.

So here I am, being a total alien to the outside world, it's noon and I haven't even had a chance to look at my phone since morning, because I just woke up and was welcomed by wet legs and stained panty, ruining my mood already.

Ahhhhh

The feeling you have when you wash up and change into your pjs again.

I went downstairs into the kitchen to get the Nutella Jar. I was looking for a spoon when my eyes fell on a note stuck on the fridge door.

Another thing that Martha loves to do besides dreaming about her grandchildren is making these little notes and sticking them on the places where we could easily see them. Fridge door, tv's remote, cellphones, there were times when I did find a note stuck to the flush button of my toilet seat.

Now sometimes you are in a hurry and you often forget to flush the shit. It happens with everyone of us.

I reluctantly picked up the note

Hey Sugar , Me and your Dad are going to your uncle Sam's for lunch, and Damien went with his friends, will be back by eve. Take good care of your cramps.

Breakfast is in my the microwave.

Love you honey.

Uncle Sam, he is the cutest guy I have ever met. He is only 5 ft and has two really cute fluffy dogs. He is divorced and lives with his dogs only.

Dad and uncle Sam have a really strong bond and they both love to hangout together and remind me time to time, how I have a weak eye sight.

I picked up a spoon and my Nutella and went up to my room.

"Ahhhhhhh" I fell on the floor. My spoon flew in the air and landing straight on my head hitting me hard, my butt hurts and the worst of all, my poor Nutella jar broke. I looked in front of me.

The cause of my fall.

No I am not that clumsy to slip on air. I freaked out as I saw a large figure in my bedroom sitting there like nothing happened.

I was still sitting on the floor of my bedroom, giving my most scary stare to Hunter. I just hope I look scary enough.

But looking at him and his amused face, I think I am failing miserably.

"Explain yourself." I told him crossing my arms over my chest.

"I was missing you and you were not picking up your phone." He told me shrugging his defined shoulders.

Really?? He climbed down into my room, scared the living shit out of me, brutally murdering my Nutella jar and gave me a sore butt, because he was missing me?

And how will he repay my loss? My Nutella is lying there lifeless, I can cry any minute now. I don't even know if it's the hormones or what?

I looked up at him still standing there, with that stupid amused expression, How can anyone look this good in a plane white T shirt and cargo shorts? My eyes glued to his refined chest and shoulders making my insides churn.

Definitely the hormones.

...........................................................

Imagine laying on your bed. The sheets are new. The bed is softer then ever. The temperature is at its most comfortable state, not too cold not too hot. The lights are just perfect, not too bright, not too dim. You are having the most painless period of your life. How long will it take, for a normal human female to fall asleep?

10 minutes?

2 minutes?

2 seconds!?

No. Not happening with this Human Female.

I am laying here in the exact same position, in the exact same atmosphere for the past two hours.

Two hours!!

And I couldn't even close my eyes for more then five minutes.

As soon as I close my eyes, today's events came down flashing in front of my closed eyes and then my stomach gets all tingly.

I won't be surprised if I poop out dead butterflies in the potty tomorrow morning.

I can recall every single second of today's and write it down somewhere in a little diary with little hearts at every corner of the page.

Yes. That's how good today was.

.............................................

"So why were you? Not picking up your phone? Is everything alright Danny?" Hunter asked me with pure concern.

"I just didn't feel like talking to anyone." Let's just say I can't take any shit when I have my periods, so I just stay away from any human contact.

I could tell that he was not convinced by my answer

"Danny, if something's wrong you can tell me. Something is bothering you, tell me what is it?" He asked me again making me irritated.

Don't get me wrong. It's really nice that he cares for me so much but right now I am just not in mood to be showered with love and care. There are some times like this when I just don't want any attention.

Who am I kidding I am always like this. Normally I would be the biggest jerk on the planet and tell the person off, but I am not being able to do so with Hunter.

His eyes, his green twinkling eyes, there is so much care in them that it physically pains me to even think about being rude to him.

"I just, I." I looked up to him, his eyes, oh boy.

"I am on my period and I just feel- ohhhhhhhhh." No he didn't kiss me, unfortunately.

I got a cramp. And now I am standing is front of him holding my breath waiting for the cramp to be over.

"Danny? What happened?" His face was already horrific when I uttered the period and now seeing me like this, holding my breath trying to suffocate me.

He will definitely think I am a lunatic and will jump back through my window into his room, shut the window and will never talk to me ever again. Telling everyone in the town that I am a weird chick. I tell boys that I have my period and then try to kill my self in front them.

I don't think too much. It can happen.

"You come here and lay down." He grabbed one of my arm slightly and dragged me to my bed. "Could have told me before. I thought you were in depression or something." He said while placing me in my bed and pulling the soft covers over me. And all this while I am just praying to god that this mother fudging cramp could stop so I could think about anything else then the pain.

On the other hand, somewhere in the back of my head, I am not able to process that Hunter Donnavan is actually tucking me into my bed being the sweetest creature on this planet.

Dreams do come true ladies.

Which girl would not dream of having a really hot guy in her bedroom with him and him totally babying her while she is on her period.

Now I can finally die in peace.

And that is not the end of it. Hunter actually stayed with me the whole day and pampered me to the last extent. He bought me chocolates and some Disney movies. He even cleaned the Nutella which I dropped onto my bedroom floor for crying out loud.

He talked with me and asked me what could make me feel better. He made us both some hot cocoa milk. That was so tasty. My mouth gets watery everytime I think of it.

He even watched Disney movies with me, and I could tell he likes Disney, by the way his eyes were sparkling when we started watching The Lion King and how he got so serious when Mufasa dies.

He is really the best ever person to be with on your time of month.

But that is not why I am not able to sleep right now. That is so not why, I am getting goosebumps all over my arms and legs.

.....................................................

"So, I'll go for now. I'll meet you tomorrow okay? How are you feeling now?" He asked me while sitting beside me eating some leftover spaghetti Martha made for breakfast. While I was watching High School Musical 3. Apparently he didn't like any of the High School Musical series. He told me that he thinks that Zac Efron is not even that hot. But i just think he is jealous.

He finished the last bite of spaghetti.

"No. Don't go." I told him pouting. I am acting so greedy lately.

He chuckled and told me that he has to go, he has a client. Well then I can't stop him.

Now I am sad.

He got up from my bed and kissed my cheek.

"Take care." I smiled and I don't know what ghost took over me that I got up from my bed and jumped on Hunter hugging the hell out of his neck.

And when that wasn't enough I pulled back and kissed him full on his left cheek.

I kissed a boy.

I kissed Hunter.

I kissed Hunter Donnavan!!!!!

I kissed Hunter Donnavan's Cheek!!!

Hunter was more shocked then me. He was holding me by my waist looking at me with wide eyes. Eventually I was mirroring his expression.

Thinking about this made me squirm and hold my stomach as I am laying on my comfortable bed with new sheets and everything else.

Suddenly a thought ran through my mind.

God. I am screwed.

I jumped off my bed to get my phone from my study table and disconnected the charger cord. I dialled the number as fast as I could.

"Hello?? Des?? Come to my house right now, we have a problem." And then I hanged up.

I think I am falling for Hunter.

I have the best readers in the whole world. Love you guys so much♥️ Thankyou so much for your love and support.

it is just because of all of you guys that I am able to write again. Please tell me what you think of this chapter.

Comment. Share. Like

Love you♥️

#isabelleallalong