My Bae from Maine

Chapter 1

The room was spinning, as well as my thoughts. I saw him: his thin strands of platinum blonde hair swaying in the slight breeze.

I didn't say anything, and neither did he. We just exchanged long, hard, looks.

I didn't recognize him, he wasn't that handsome, but there was just something about him.

Maybe how he had determination, strength, and that look - that look that got all of the ladies to gasp and faint, and even make the boldest young lady speechless with fear.

He raised his arms, revealing large biceps, and just stood there.

I felt myself shake, as I realized he was shirtless, revealing a marvelous six pack.

He opened his mouth, "Cassidy James," his voice calm, yet manly.

Then, a liquid pounded on my face.

I realized it was only a dream, after I woke up soaking wet.

"Mom!" I screamed, "Why did you do that?"

My mom, who was setting down her big blue pale that was once filled with water, said, "You wouldn't wake up, honey."

I gave her the best "look" I had, "So?!" I yelled.

"'So' You weren't waking up so I decided to use something that would wake you up. Were you dreaming or something?"

I looked at her, "Yes, before I was very rudely interrupted."

She nodded, "Sorry, hon, but we have plans for today."

I looked in the back of my brain, inside and out; no plans for today.

Confused, "What plans?" I asked.

She sighed, "Then I'm guessing you didn't get what I asked you."

"Guess not since you still didn't tell me what we were doing."

She gave me a sort of disappointed look, "I told you that today we were going to Maine for about a few months to live with your sick grandmother. Multiple times."

There it was: every single time she asked me that I was playing Plants Versus Zombies, (Don't judge me!), so I wasn't paying attention.

"Maine... What did you want me to get?" I looked back at her.

"Get your bags packed. Don't bring too much, we are coming right back."

I was horrified, "Mom, Maine is on the other side of the country!"

She smiled, "Then make sure to charge everything. It'll be a while till we get there."

I was even more horrified. For one, mother, I have a life. I have things to do other than pack up for Maine. And: why couldn't Grandma Kelly, which her name was, move with us in Sacramento?

"Okay," I said, "Get out."

With a disappointing look, which was my mother's favorite gesture, she sashayed out of my bedroom door and disappeared around a corner in the hallway.

I thought back on that dream I was having; that blonde guy with the ultimate six pack was just staring at me. It made me nervous, in an awesome sort of way.

As I picked up my bags and looked back at my room, I said, "I'll miss you, bedroom, but I'm coming back in a few months." Then, I walked down the stairs and out of the brown wooden front door.