Chapter 5

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I wake up around lunch time and decide I probably need to take a shower. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the hot water. I look in the mirror. I look like a mess. I run my fingers through my hair, like James had done. I wish he was still here.

I set the water to the perfect temperature and then strip down to nothing. I look at myself in the mirror. How could someone like James, perfect, undeniably sexy, amazing, like someone like me? I'm so awkward and shy. He's so outgoing and perfect. I step into the shower, letting the warm water wash away all my thoughts.

When I get out and dry myself off I wrap the towel around me. I walk into my room and grab some clothes, throwing them onto the bed and walking downstairs. I smell the sweetness of the altogether perfect pancakes my mom likes to make. I jump off the last step and run to the kitchen.

"Are they done yet, mom?" I ask looking at her.

"Not yet, honey. Darling. Put some clothes on please. Then come back down here because we need to have a talk," she says, the seriousness in her voice scaring me.

I run up the stairs and grab the clothes I had on my bed. I slip the black tank top over my face and put on the blue short shorts. I slip on my bedroom slippers and walk back down the steps, listening to the creaking noise.

"Alyana, hurry up! Your pancake is ready!" My mom yells.

I jump down the rest of the steps and grab the plate my mom had out for me.

"So what did you want to talk about?" I ask while smothering my pancake in the rich syrup.

"You and James. What happened between you to last night?" She says.

My heart starts to pound in my chest. I go back to last night, back to the memories, back to our kisses, back to his eyes staring at me.

"We just talked," I say blankly, focusing on cutting my pancake.

"Okay, dear. I believe you," she says.

Dang. That was easy. I ask my mom if she got their home phone number and she gives it to me. I dial the number.

"Hello?"

"Hi! Its Alyana! Is Tori there?"

"Yes she is."

"May she come over and spend the night?"

"Of course! She'll be right over!"

I hang up. Finally I get some alone time with the sexy, intriguing, loveable, amazing, wonderful, goddess named Tori.

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