The Girl With The Converse

Chapter 4

"Persephone."

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Adam."

He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine.

"I'd love to." I smiled at him.

He pulled me in and kissed me deeply.

•••

I jolted up in my bed, sweat on my forehead. I looked over at my alarm clock: 3:27 a.m.

I laid back down. What was that dream? Adam and I were sitting on the Ferris wheel at the carnival and it just happened. Like BOOM!

I rolled over and faced my ceiling. Where the Rescue Bots did that come from?

I closed my eyes, trying to fall back asleep. I tossed and turned till 5:59 a.m. I sighed and got up. My alarm would have gone off in a minute, so might as well get up.

I changed into my blue Nike shorts, matching running tank top/sports bra thing and shoes. I started stretching, getting ready for my morning run.

"Pers, why you up so early?" Georgie asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

"Morning run. I woke up at 3:30 and couldn't fall back alseep, so yeah. Wanna join?" I asked her, stretching my legs.

"Sure, got any extra stuff?"

"Yup. Second drawer from the bottom."

She changed into some pink Nike shorts, a matching sports bra thingy and some Nike shoes.

We stretched together before going outside to run.

"What are you gonna wear tonight?" I asked Georgie as we ran down the empty street.

"I'm not sure. I have no good clothes."

"Borrow some of mine. If you want to."

"Sure, but I am not wearing converse!!!" She demanded.

I laughed, slightly.

We ran for a good hour and a half before going back to my house.

"Do you know what you're going to wear, yet?" Georgie asked as we walked into my kitchen for some water.

"I don't know. Maybe clothes?"

She stuck her tongue out at me then squirted me with water.

I gasped at her. We both burst out laughing before Georgie jumped into the shower.

I was finishing my water bottle as Georgie was showering, as my phone rang.

I picked it up and answered; without looking at the name.

"Yellow?" I answered.

"Blue." A male voice said back.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"Don't you check your caller ID thingy?" He asked.

"Nope."

"It's Adam."

"Oh, hey." Was my only response. I thought back to my dream last night. What did it mean?

"Yeah, so my friend Karen is gonna pick ya up at 5 cause I have to do something."

"Ok. Is she nice? Is she a goth person? Oh my, what if she like tried to kill me for hanging out with you gu-" I started to ramble.

"Shut up! She's super sweet." Adam interrupted.