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ashuwium (n.) the mingled feeling of dissapointment, frustration, and regret that results from an unsatisfactory outcome of a situation
[origin : korean]

So, coming home with tears in your eyes and your body wracking as you cry is probably not the best way to arrive home. Especially when your parents are in the living room and Hunter has his arm around my shoulder, keeping me close to his chest. We were both crying and our luck was totally in our favor because as soon as we stepped in, our parents were lounging in the living room. I swear I saw wedding bells go off in their head. Kill. My. Self.

"The hell happened to you guys?" Dad asked incredulously.

"The Notebook," is all I said and Hunter and I started crying full fledged again.

"You guys cannot be serious," Hunter's dad had shock written on his face as he was basically reeling from it.

"Well, we are," Hunter cried, wiping tears from his face. Drama queen numero cuatro? Cinco?

"You guys, are unbelievable," Hunter's mom said, stressing the word 'unbelievable.'

"Thank you mom, I really try," Hunter replied in all serious. Idiot.

"Alright, I think we're knockin' for the night," Hunter said and yawned, coincidentally I yawned at the same time.

"Okay, goodnight," his mom smiled.

"Night Adri, love you," dad smiled too.

I peeped my phone and saw it is half past twelve in the morning. Lovely. Hunter and I headed up the stairs, though I'm not sure how we did, we were both half asleep.

We both stopped at my door and before I went in, Hunter surprised me with a hug.

"Today was the best," he murmured in my hair.

"Night sis, I love you," he pulled away and smiled. I smiled back and went in.

s u n d a y

"Get up you lazy bitch," Hunter's voice echoed through my room. Doesn't he know how to greet someone!

"Oh my god Hunter, five minutes," I groaned.

"No, now, mom's making breakfast, and she said get your ass down in ten minutes," he sighed. Next thing you, he flops down on me. On me!

"Ow!" I whine and wrap myself tighter in the blanket.

"I'm tired," he huffed.

I open my eyes slightly and look up. He was freshly showered, in khakis and a Hollister Co. classic tee. His hair had little droplets of water and it was such a luscious and rich platinum color.

"Adrianna, do not make me get you out of this bed myself," he threatened. Oh please!

"I'm tired," I whine.

"Did I ask?" He retorted with so much attitude I wasn't sure this was Hunter.

"Who are you?"