CHAPTER 6
"Yes... I know but a colleague suggested this college to me. See... Take a look at it and tell me what you think," Mrs Jones hurriedly pushed the tablet in her hands to Emily.
The latter took it and stared at the screen. She was silent for a while, reading the details of the college. "Wow... The place is a nice mom. The environment is conducive too... This school isn't mainly for fashion though," She commented, noting the important details of the school.
"Yes... It's not only for fashion but they deal mostly with fashion and other careers like modelling training and so on," Their mother replied.
"Modelling!," Lena suddenly exclaimed excitedly, drawing attention to her. Emily furrowed her brows at this while Mrs Jones just stared at Lena with a neutral expression.
"Mom, do you think I might be able to do some modelling gigs also?" She asked and their mother didn't look too surprised.
"Why don't you change the course to modelling instead?," This was her response and Lena pouted. The happy look wiped off from her face instantly.
"Mom! It's fashion that I want to do... I just...," Lena trailed off. Mrs Jones smiled and looked at her. She glanced at Emily also and sighed.
"Girls... You do know I won't force you to do what you don't want to do right? I am not forcing anybody to follow in my footsteps. You can be whatever you want to be. Just do what you like the most."
"But mom... I know you love fashion so much. I just want to make you happy," Lena said sulkily.
Their mother shook her head sideways. "That's where you are wrong. I love fashion so much... But do you love it as much as I love it?" She threw a question at Lena, rendering her speechless.
"So... If it's modelling you like, I will give you my full support. Lena just chooses what you want... What do you like," She finished her words with an encouraging smile.
"Mom... Do you know how much I love you?" Lena didn't give her a chance to stand up before flinging herself against her mom, embracing her in a tight hug.
"I love you too."
As she pats Lena's back, she glanced at Emily who has never said a word since she started talking to Lena. The latter stared back at her, still not saying anything.
"Mom... I've decided what I want to do." Even Lena turned to look at Emily when she suddenly spoke. Emily breathed in nervously, feeling a little bit uncomfortable with the pair of eyes staring at her curiously.
"I want to go on job hunting," She finally said.
"What kind of job?" Their mother asked.
"I don't know yet."
"Okay... When you decide, inform me just in case I'll be able to help," Mrs Jones spoke with a happy smile that Emily couldn't help but return the smile with a beautiful one.
"Uhmm... Mom, we still have to choose my college to remember?" Lena breezed in using a noticeable jealous tone.
Emily chuckled cause she noticed how Lena spoke of course. "Sure," Mrs Jones gave a curt reply and they all turned to stare at the tablet.
Ryan walked into a room holding two plates of food. The room was decorated in such a way that it gave off the vibe of a great lover of games. It's simply a room designated for games cause even the designs on the walls of the room had designs of gaming consoles.
"Scott," Ryan called out lowly, arching an eyebrow in surprise at how silent the room is. On a normal occasion, he would hear Scott arguing with his gaming opponents from the hallway but even though he's already in the room, there is barely any sound coming from the room.
Ryan walked to the cushion in front of the huge flat screen TV placed against the wall and soon found out the reason for the unusual silence.
"Jeez! Couldn't you have just gone to the club!" He exclaimed, staring at the laptop on Scott's lap. The dude is jerking off to a porn video. The laptop volume has been released to the lowest cause there was barely any sound coming from it.
"What to do?" Scott shrugged and still shamelessly continued. "You forbade me from bringing bitches home and you won't even go to the club with me."
"That isn't enough reason to do this shit in my gaming room! Do you think I'd be able to sit on the couch again after knowing you've already cum there?" Ryan questioned, looking pissed off.
"Brother, don't be so angry? Just give me a minute... Stop looking at me... It's making it hard for me," Scott replied and a groan followed. Ryan looked at him with a horrified look.
He turned around instantly and left the room. Gross! As soon as he left the room, he brought out his phone and searched for cleaning services online. He scheduled a date for them to come and clean up the room.
Then he opened the shopping app on his phone and ordered a new couch immediately. There is no way he would sit on that thing again.
Just as he was dropping his phone, a message entered... I mean numerous messages. Ryan clicked on it and was redirected to a WhatsApp group.
The first thing that caught his eye was ' Will Ryan come this time?' He chuckled. "Seems like they have been arguing on my behalf," He soliloquized and began to scroll down the messages, reading them quietly.
He didn't even notice when Scott came out. "Yo bro! What's making you smile to yourself?" Scott's suspicious tone snapped him out of the realm he already got lost in.
Scott tried to peek but Ryan immediately turned away with a grumpy tone, "Did you wash your hands?"
He has a little bit of OCD so he tends to act like a clean freak sometimes even though it gets hard when he has to shift and run in the woods on dirty soil as he claims.
A ding sound stopped Scott's reply and he also brought out his phone. He chuckled and began reading what's been keeping Ryan occupied.