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The Pool Boy

Thirty Minutes. (20th Chapter)

…The Next Morning…



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Melody's POV:
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I am woken up to my phone’s ringtone. I splatter my hand on the night stool, until I grab a hold of it. I press the answer key without hesitation, and I speak:



…Phone Conversation…:



Me: “(I yawn and talk) Hello?”

Philip: “I thought you still like to wake up early, Hehe.”

Me: “(I open my eyes and clear my voice) Philip? Good morning. Yeah, well last night I was out.”

Philip: “Good morning. I hope I’m not disturbing. I shall call later if that’s what you want.”

Me: “No, don’t be silly. What could I help you with?”

Philip: “I was thinking that we could do something today. I want to apologize to you for my harsh remarks from the party.”

Me: “(I hesitate, and then talk) Well, I guess its okay. I don’t feel like going out, so how about you come over and we could play tennis? Sounds okay?”

Philip: “(He seems to be relieved from his reply) Definitely! I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

…End of Phone Conversation…




I jolt up from bed and rush to shower. I never doubted Philip, but his behaviour didn’t make me cheer for him at the party. He was rude, disrespectful even, but he apologised at least? He should apologise to Harry, though. I shrug as the water awakens my skin, and the soap cleanses my structure. As soon as I am done, I suite up in my tennis outfit, and I grab my racket, before heading downstairs. I sit in the dining room, while Albert serves me breakfast. I sip slowly on my latte, and take a bite of my toast.



“Your father called, Miss. He wanted to let you know that he will be back in three days. Apparently he was successful in persuading the clients of his ideas.” I nod with a proud smile, and the butler returns it back equally. “Philip is coming over in less than fifteen minutes. Please Albert, open the gates of the tennis court and make sure that everything is in its place.” My humble butler nods, while he leaves to apply my request.



I debate whether I should go see Harry or not, but then again I don’t think he wants to see Philip. But still, I really want to make sure his knuckle is healing; what shall I do? As I stare at the table, I smile when I look at my phone. That’s it; I’ll send him a message. I text him a good morning message, and I walk outside to the tennis court. I just hope that today will be a non-dramatic day. Yesterday was too much to handle, but still the ending was perfect on all the scales.

Notes

What? So Philip is coming over? Let's all watch a little tennis match:


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Comments

I've just started this story and I am already addicted.....:) Love it soo far...keep writing ^_^

@Starzella
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5/23/14

@Lillian_Horen
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Starzella Starzella
5/23/14

i loved this story so much!!!<3333

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5/23/14

@Starzella
Thx `)