When The Sky Falls - Book 2 - N. Y. (love novels in english .txt) 📗

don’t know if either of them will be busy.

 

 

Marybella came up from behind as we went through the alley. She was slow.

 

 

"Marybella, come up here with me or your gonna get snatched by someone, if were not walking together." I say in her direction.

 

 

She hurries up beside me, I see her sunglasses and matching brown trench coat over her white dress.

 

Marybella would never miss a day to coordinate her outfits. She really knows how to dress.

 

Or maybe it was her stylist. No.

 

 

I doubt she has one. Not with the obsessive pink that she wears.

 

 

Her attention to big or long boots proves that she’s working for a look.

 

Her hair is up in a ponytail, which is unusual for her. She usually has her hair up in a stylish updo, when's not on stage for shows.

 

 

"Hey, Bella? You’ve beenawfully quiet the whole time we walked from the parking lot through the alley." I abruptly say.

 

She sighs and enters in through the building entrance with me.

 

 

When we got past the glass doors, I stopped in front of the entrance and grabbed her shoulder, to get her attention.

 

"Marybella, you're not answering me. Tell what’s wrong or at least explain why you're so quiet." I stated.

 

 

She takes off her glasses and I see that she looked furiously calm and dreary, but she makes eye contact.

 

She sighs then answers.

 

 

"Okay, I’m sorry for not talking but I have so much going on right now. Like, what I should I do with Mark, and that my Dad is coming to visit me next month. I want him to see me doing good in New York." she finally says.

 

 

Lauren and Vanessa cut in on our conversation.

 

"Ladies." Vanessa said.

 

I closed my mouth that was hung open to answer Marybella.

 

"We have a special announcement for you two. You and Marybella will be handing out the awards to the nominees and participants in the award show. You’ll also get awards for an outstanding job, working here at FARELLE. That is all."

 

 

Lauren leaves, smiling with Vanessa's announcement. She catches up with Sara, who’s walking in her direction.

 

"Honestly, Elle I don’t think I can make it through today, at least until lunch. When I get my mint ice cream." Marybella says to me.

 

She walks off to her work station, near the models and famous celebrites who has represented FARELLE. 

 

 

"Marybella!!" i yelled after her.

 

She doesn't look back.

 

 

I huff in response. Another day to spending money on this girl.

 

I walked to my reception desk and decided to start working on my blogs, but I didn’t feel like it.

 

It has been a week of not new posts.

 

 

So I worked on a story instead.

 

Lauren passes by my desk and I knew that if I asked her, I could take a quick break and she would say yes. 

 

"Lauren!" I yell to her.

 

 

She turns around and smiles at me. "Elle, darling, how are things coming along?"

 

"Would it be okay if I took break? I need to refresh my mind, for a while."

 

 

She looks at me curiously. "Oh, are you sick or something?"

 

 

"No! I just need some extra time to lay my head to rest with some new ideas, and hit refresh." I respond.

 

" Oh, okay. Well, you have 40 minutes to do so. And don’t forget to come back in time, use all the time you need."

 

 

"Really?" I say.

 

She smiles back to me, then disappears somewhere in the bulilding.

 

"Arlight," I whisper to myself.

 

 

For a person working for FARELLE, it can be hard. And me being the writer and editor, you need time to think.

 

Clear the mind and soul, so yeah go on!"

 

 

I grab my things and quickly pushes the doors to the outside open, before I successfully leave, I stop.

 

"Wait! what about Sara, she’s not working right now." I say to myself.

 

 

"Don’t worry about Sara, i’ll get her to do something while your gone. Now have fun!" Sara says behind me.

 

I slightly smile, then offcially head out.

 

 

 

I walked to a park. And it reminded me of a time, when my mom would take me there to cool off after a disagreement.

 

Then, when I finally calmed down, my mom would buy me chocolate ice cream cone from an ice cream vender at the park.

 

 

I still do that sometimes, except, my mom’s not here. So it feels a bit lonely without her.

 

 

I sit down near a bench.

 

The fresh air and the children playing on the sidewalk, instantly calmed me.

 

I had it all. Now, it's time to harness it.

 

 

Think, think, think.

 

That’s the only thing i’ve been doing my whole life and it need’s to come to come into play now, but I don’t want to.

 

 

It’s like sometimes my brains calls me into thinking, and then it doesn't.

 

By the time I had blinked and opened my eyes, I had only 10 minutes to get back to FARELLE.

 

 

On my way out of the park, I spotted someone who i’ve seen before, when my mom took my to the park.

 

It was the ice cream vender, I stopped to look.

 

He still looks as old as he was when I was little.

 

 

I walk over, to get myself a chocolate ice cream cone.

 

He spoke. "Hello miss, ice cream for you today?"

 

 

"Yes, and could I ask, do you remember me?"

 

 

He looks up at the sky.

 

"Hmm, maybe check the pictures of children on my stand and see if your picture is here."

 

He points to a small glass window, holding what must be millions of kids in small quarter size pictures.

 

 

I spotted me, as a little kid and my mom in the background.

 

"That’s me, from when I was younger!" I point out.

 

 

He looks at me surprised, then responds.

 

"Well, hello. I think I remember your name. You used to come around ofte, your mother told me used to throw a lot of trantrums. Nice to see you again, and you grew up so fast." He reminisces.

 

 

He picks out my ice cream bar and hands it to me.

 

"Before I give it to you, it’s on the house. We knew each other. Bratolli, always does a favor for long time kids he's seen."

 

"Thank you Bratolli, hopefull I'll see you around." I say.

 

 

He yells back, as i’m walking to FARELLE.

 

"Goodbye Elle, and see you next time."

 

 

Now that I know his name, I can formally call him.

 

I always loved the way he treated me, when my mom would try to calm me down as we got ice cream.

 

 

Just I finished the ice cream bar and was throwing my popsicle stick in the trash, I spotted someone behind a tree.

 

I wondered who it was.

 

I walked over to the tree to see Marybella, lighting one up.

 

 

I didn’t think she would betray me, even after our talk yesterday.

 

But now that I know, she always did.

 

"Marybella! Who the hell, do you think you are, smoking again!!"

 

 

I startled her, as she almost dropped her cigarette.

 

"Elle!! why are you here?"

 

 

I gave her a disappointed look.

 

She sighs then answers.

 

"Now don't act innocent."

 

"Look Elle, i’m sorry. But I can't help it. I'm panicking, I smoke when i’m can’t think and when i'm scared of being noticed by paparazzi."

 

 

I walk over to Marybella, she explains why she began smoking again.

 

I can’t believe after all that, our talk still went to waste.

 

"Bella, you can stop. It’s not healthy and you could die from having black lungs or even lung cancer. You need to commit, to not smoking." I say.

 

"I didn’t think about that. Listen Elle, on our way back to FARELLE we’ll talk during lunch." she reponds.

 

 

I looked at my phone and checked the time, it was 12:01. And I knew people were rushing to get to the cafe.

 

"Nope, we're going out for lunch. My choice and i’m buying." I say.

 

"As if." Marybella squashes my response.

 

 

She smiled, she wasn’t upset or sad anymore. We both walk off to the parking building and Marybella insisted we take her car.

 

 

"Here you take the keys." She gestured towards me.

 

I stopped before I had a chance to get into the passenger seat in Maybella’s car.

 

"Wait, you're letting me drive your car for today? Or is this a joke?"

 

"Yes, i’m letting you drive my car. Mainly because, you were nice to me about the things that will happen if I continue smoking again." she says.

 

 

I hopped in the driver’s seat and we were off. As we were driving, Marybella turned up the radio when she heard our favorite song.

 

And when she started dancing, I couldn’t help it any longer.

 

I started to sing along and Marybella joined in before we arrived at the fast food restaurant.

 

  

"Wait, hold on. Is this what I think it is, McDonalds!?" Marybella says.

 

She yelled so loud, I couldn’t hear the lady asking what I wanted to order.

 

 

"Marybella calm down, it’s just McDonalds, not the skating rink." I respond.

 

"Well you know it’s McDonalds, but iInever eat here since i'm vegatarian."

 

She bickered till I could say something.

 

 

"Well tell me how long have you been a vegatarian?"

 

"Since my poor Yorkshire Terrier got hit by a car when I was 6, the worst 3 years of my life, all I ate was fast food. And then I gave up, to become a vegatarian for a while."

 

 

"And when did you offcially become a vegatarian?" I ask.

 

"When I turned 8, on my birthday. Can you believe I almost had love handles at the age of 9. Worst first year of being a vegatarian ever, but I eventually got used to it after a few girls at school taught me how to be the person I am today."

 

 

I blinked at her. "Okay and how many years has it been since you ate meat?"

 

 

"16 years since. Including the years I didn’t eat meat and including the first official year I became a vegatarian for second that time."

 

"So now, are ya gonna order something from McDonalds? And your gonna eat it, because I payed for it?"

 

"You're the worst friend," she said playfully.

 

 

She threw a fit with me, as I was ordering.

 

But eventually, she sat back in her seat and stayed quiet for a while when we got our order.

 

"Here ya go." I say.

 

 

Marybella doesn’t budge an inch to get her food.

 

"Come on Marybella take it, eat it and see if you like it." I say.

 

She turns towards me and looks through her bag to check her order.

 

 

She finally speaks. "Okay looks like a wrap, a fillet and a double cheeseburger."

 

She takes out the chicken wrap first.

 

 

"Okay, now take it in your hands take a bite." I said.

 

She forces the wrap into her mouth and eats a mouth full of it. 

 

She swallows and turns to me.

 

 

"This is a goddamn good wrap. I haven't had chicken...anything in 16 years!!" Marybella says, exicited in her seat.

 

"Wow, you're enthusiastic." I reply.

 

"It’s okay...I never knew that food had changed over time." she confessed.

 

 

"Alright, it’s a first day for antyhing. But i’m willing to make an effort, for you." I say.

 

I smiled at her.

 

"But, feel free if after this burger, to go back to your vegatarian meals." I respond.

 

 

Bella looks over to me.

 

"Thanks Elle, Even though I didn't ask for this. You know this isn’t the end me of being a vegatarian, but I might consider because i’m sick and tired of finding vegatarian restaurants to eat at."

 

 

She hugs me while she's eating.

 

During the rest of lunch, we went to Starbucks to go grab ourselves a cold drinks.

 

After eating burgers in the car, I had completely forgot to get us drinks.

 

 

"So, Marybella. What exactly gave you the thought of wanting to smoke for the first time?" I ask her.

 

She looks up at me.

 

"I started smoking at the age of 15. It all started when I wanted to fit in with the other girls from my ballet class. They all told me smoking was cool and it had nothing relevant to do with ballet."

 

 

She looked at the time on her phone, then back at me.

 

"I started right after my mom and dad had a fight. Which eventually broke into a separation. I took up smoking as an excuse to get away from my family and to just be by myself. I eventuall took charge of my ballet posse when I stood my ground. It’s been a long time since i’ve stopped, but i’m working on that now."

 

 

I looked off to the side, to find something else to talk about.

 

Marybella speaks.

 

"So that’s something to talk about. What about you Elle? Anything tragic that happened to you, or something that