When I Fall

Recovering

I pulled on my plushest, fluffiest pair of pajama pants on and crawled into bed. I laid down and a blanket of black overtook my restraint.

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A blond boy with eccentric blue eyes appeared. He was tall, with muscular shoulders and toned, tanned abs. I glimpsed down, and I was wearing a body-con dress with triangle and black and white diamonds on the waist. It was the dress I picked out for the dance Jack was going to take me to. I winced at the though of Jack. But my eyes focused on this strange boy I have never seen before, and he diminished from my mind. His eyes drew me closer, I stepped cautiously toward him. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his arms. His hair fell appealingly over his blue eye. He smiled slight and made me weak. Damn.

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We walked together in silence down an unseen road. His hand was warm and soft, yet held firmness and safety. He kissed my cheek, his soft lips felt like a soft pillow. He smiled his dazzling smile, and walked into the darkness. My eyelids opened slowly, and awakened to the bright New Jersey sun shining through my window.
"Morning Sunshine", Mom said cheerily. She plopped a plate of steaming hot pancakes filled with chocolate chips. My stomach growled, and I just realized how hungry I was. My supporting best friend, Crystal came over and helped me get over Jack and help me explain what this dream of this gorgeous boy.

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"Well maybe it's someone you met before ?," she suggested."Or maybe someone you will meet in the future?," she added. " Whoever he is, you must really like him if you're still hung up on him," she continued with a smirk. We listened to music and made fun of how bitchy Jack was, and how he made my life miserable. This gave me a chance to find a boy ten times better, starting with my Dream Boy. We both cracked up at the nickname we gave him. Crystal decided to sleep over so we moved to the basement and watched stupid chick flicks.

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Best friends are so much better then boyfriends. They truly get you. We ordered pizza and everything felt a shit ton better then before. Then my mom walked in with a suspicious huge grin on her face. Oh no, what happened.