He Loves He Loves Me Not.... Chapter 1

“Tinkerbelle Heart Granger!” My eyes fluttered open to the sound of my angry mum, groaning I climbed out of the warm bed and headed downstairs.

“Why are you still in your pyjamas?!” she screeched.

“Maybe because it’s the weekend so I get to sleep in.” Yawning I rubbed the sleepy dust out of my eyes; I really didn’t want to fight with her this early in the morning.

“Well, hurry up and get dressed. We’re going out to visit Doctor Kishu.” Mum snapped but her voice softened when she mentioned our doctor’s name.

“What!” I yelled “But my next check up isn’t till next year.”

“We’re not going because of you.” She sneered “He’s just adopted this boy who he was looking after in hospital, and we are going to see him and congratulate him.” Glaring at her I stalked back to my room and began to get ready for the day.

As you can tell I don’t get on well with my mum, I also get on worse with my dad if that’s possible. Though you probably weren’t paying attention to the fight, so stop laughing at my name I know it’s funny but it’s better than all those other boring names everyone else has got. Just too tell ya I’m not always that grumpy, it’s just that

One I hate my mum

Two it’s way too early in the morning

Three I was at a party last night and didn’t come home till four in the morning. After about ten minutes I looked in the mirror and smiled at my appearance. I was wearing a pink and black stripped top with long sleeves that showed my shoulders black skinny shorts that ended just above my knees and black and pink conversers; my brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail with two long curly strands left loose at the front.

Taking one last look in the mirror I ran downstairs where my mum and dad waited, both looking quite pissed off with me. As we were about to leave my mobile began to ring, the song somebody told me by the killers blasted out from my bag at full volume. Smiling sheepishly at my parents I rummaged through my bag and flipped open my flip phone.

“Hey Heart!” Nikki said casually through the phone.

“Hey Nikki, what’s up?”I asked walking back into the kitchen so I could escape the glares from m parents.

“Not much but I have some super cool news.” She replied.

“What’s the news?” I sighed, either it was that there’s a cool party or rave tonight or about boys.

“You know Doctor Kishu?”

“Yea.” I said slowly.

“Well he’s been looking after this boy in hospital and he’s decided to adopt him!”

“Nikki I already knew that, we were just heading out to go congratulate him.”

“Did you know that he’s drop dead gorgeous and our age?”

“Nikki I’ve gotta go before my parents drag me out of the kitchen bye.” Sighing I ended the call and walked to the car where my parents were waiting impatiently, this surprised me. Normally if I’m really slow they go on without me, they better not be trying to get me to go out with this boy.

Five minutes later we arrived at the doctors house, I barely noticed though my mind filled with questions. How did Nikki know that he adopted a boy? How did she know he was our and is gorgeous? Why was he in the hospital? Why is he getting adopted at the age of eighteen? What happened to his family? Then I remembered on the news about a year ago that there was a fire in an orphanage not that far away, no one got badly hurt except one boy. Maybe that was him.

The doctor’s house was huge; it was more like a mansion. Correction, it was a mansion! I just stood outside gaping at it for ages until my dad grabbed my arm and pulled me along the path to the front door. My mum rang the doorbell and in one second flat the doctor had answered the door, talk about overly keen.

“Jane, John, Tinkerbelle! Come in come in.” He ushered us in and took us to the living room which was about triple the size of ours, and ours is quite big. They spent ages catching up and talking about politics, forgetting me completely. That is until my phone rang again blurting out the killers, going bright red I quickly apologised and answered it in the hall.

“Heart, have you seen him yet?” Nikki screamed making me need to move the phone away from my ear.

“No not yet, I’ve been stuck in the living room listening to my parents talk about politics.” I complained “There house is huge though, he probably got lost trying to find his way to the living room. There’s like five floors not including the attic or basement!”

“Whoa, I they must be rich.”Nikki said stunned “I’ve got to go, call me back as soon as you get a chance after you see him.”

“Ok, bye.” I flipped my phone shut and walked back into the living, sitting back down in my seat.

After three hours they were still talking and I started to doubt that I would see the boy, oh well all I want to do now is leave. I am absolutely terrified of china dolls and right in front of me there is about five of them, and I swear their eyes follow me as I move. It’s creeping me out!!

Suddenly we heard the front door open and close, then footsteps going up the stairs. Doctor Kishu let out a deep sigh as another door was heard closing, quite amazing how you can hear everything that goes on in a house this large.

“Who was that?” I asked wanting to break the silence.

“That was Blaise, the boy I adopted.” He said “he hardly ever leaves his room or the study.”

“He sounds boring.” I muttered earning a slap round the arm from dad and a deathly glare from mum “just saying.”

Again there was silence, my eyes wandered around the room but were brought right back to the china dolls which I swear had gotten closer. This was going to torture.