I dream she loves me like I love her. She wants to be by me. She wants to kiss me. She wants to touch me and reach out. But I know it's not the truth. Even while in my subconscious I know it's all a lie.
I wake up exactly 14 minutes before she had to pick me up to go to school. My sheets are so warm and comfortable. The light is pouring in from the warm sun. I see the trees out my window. Im so drowsy. I can't help but push the snooze button. I just need a few more minutes of sleep.
I wake up to her freaking out saying "Rose! You supposed to be ready and be waiting for me when I got here! It's 7:46! You need to haul your butt into my car in the next 10 minutes or I'm leaving! We are SO late for school!"
Authors note: I know so early in the story, right? I'll be quick I promise. Rose is the person telling this story. She is sixteen and a closeted bisexual. The person she is in love with is Jackie. Jackie is almost seventeen and is aropantic (pansexual and aromantic, which is my understanding anyway) Sorry guys! I'll get back to the story!
Somehow I'm able to get my mascara on and get out the door in enough time to where I can get to school right when the bell rings.
We drive to school in silence. I can't help but stare at her. She's so beautiful. I can only dream I had the same beauty as her. She sees me staring at her. "What? Do I have something on my face?" She says in a worried tone. "No. You just look really good today. Your makeup is good." I reply. "Aww, thank you! I like yours. What foundation do you use? It makes your skin look so good!" She says while paying attention to the road. "I'm all natural today."
We arrive at school just in time so we can get our books and supplies from out lockers and head to class. We get into chemistry and I can't deny the chemistry between us. I know her deepest secrets and she knows mine. I see her looking at me. My heart skips a beat thinking she may feel something, a spark, between us. "What?" I say. "Nothing." She replies. I know it wasn't nothing.
