I giggled as I watched Addie roll around on my carpet, getting a small piece of lint in her eyelash. Her eyes cross to her nose as she tries to blow it off.
I laugh so hard there was evident cramps, only making me laugh harder, as Addie looks at me with a look of desperation. I sigh, wondering why she couldn't have used her hands to get it off, but I reach over to flick the piece of fluff off her lashes.
"Thanks," she whispers as I lean in impossibly close, I rub our noses together. Addie's cheeks go red.
She moves in the little centimeter to bring our lips to brush. Butterflies erupt in me, and not a single part of me worries that I'm not doing this well enough. That I'm not tilting my head right, or we'll clonk teeth, or our noses with hit each other. For the first time, I'm not worried about anything.
It's only Addie, and her taste, and smell, and the feeling of her lips on mine. Right now, it's the only thing that matters.
Her hand reaches forward to snake around my neck to bring our lips even closer together, moving around so that she's now straddling me. Slowly, she brings her hips back and forth, making me groan.
My hands grip her wide hips as she kisses my neck.
Her hair reaches my nose, a scent of vanilla wafting from it.
I reach to pull off her shirt, rubbing her hips to her breasts, my name cascades from her lips.
"Michael," she whimpers.
"Mikey," I hear her again, but not the same type of voice. I feel like I'm being shaken.
"Michael!" someone screams. I finally wake up, my eyes widening as I take in the bright surroundings, my mum's surprised face in mine.
"Michael Gordon, what were you dreaming about?" she demands with her hands on her hips as she rips my blankets off.
"Oh, hello, mum." I say, my morning voice shining through. She smiles in response, and pulls my hand to drag me out of bed. I groan in response.
I stand up, in just my boxers, in front of my mum, blushing furiously as she repeats her question.
"Michael, what were you dreaming about?" she asks again in a harsh tone, making me wince.
I scratch the back of my neck like I always do when I'm nervous.
"I had this dream... that um- I..." I trail off, trying to think of a good explanation fast.
"Well?" mum asks with her eyebrow raised.
"I can't seem to remember." I sigh, trying to move around her and get to my closet, so that she doesn't see my stiffie.
"Alright, well breakfast is ready downstairs, hurry now, you don't want it to get cold," she says as she slowly shuts the door. I hear her hum a tune as she walks down our staircase.
I open my closet doors and grab random items, the outcome being a grey sweater, a dark grey shirt and blue jeans. I throw them down on the bed before going into the bathroom to care of my boner.
Mum calls me down again and I sigh as I kick my boxers into the bin of dirty laundry, and grab my clothes off my bed.
As soon as I'm clothed, I head down the stairs, immediately eating my breakfast, (it was pancakes with cream and fruit today,) and smiling as mum and dad make quiet conversation.
"How was your sleep, Michael?" mum asks, rubbing the left-over goo from my tired eyes.
I nod, ruffling my hair. "Have any bad dreams?"
My cheeks turn pink in response. I wonder if she did that on purpose.
"No, mum, I didn't. All good dreams," I say, stabbing at my pancakes and mixing the cream in with the syrup.
Mum says something along the lines of, that's good, Mikey, and moves onto dad for the same interrogation.
For the rest of breakfast, I'm totally zoned out, and I've waited the entire time for mum to say that it was time to leave for school.
After what seemed like hours, she finally did, and she hadn't even finished her sentence, but by then I had already grabbed my bag and coat, slipping on my shoes and waiting in the car for mum to drive me to school.
I had waited, like, thirteen hours to see Addie, it was a lot of time for a fourteen year old boy.
As I sat in the car, I tapped my toes along the footing of the car, waiting for mum to get in the driver side.
"What's got you so antsy today, love?" mum had asked, taking a quick look at me before redirecting her eyes to the road again.
"Oh, nothing, it's nothing," I said, my hands creating some sort of beat against my thighs.
I had rushed out, running across the road to get to the front of the school. I almost got hit by a car, but I continued running, after a short, sorry! continued running until I had all the way almost toppled Addie over.
"Woah! Hey, Mikey," she said, petting my hair as I nuzzled my face into her neck.
"Hi," I mumbled back.
The bell rung and as we walked hand in hand up the stairs to our homeroom class, she had asked me why I was so excited, just like mum had in the car.
"I'm just happy to see you," I whispered as I kissed her nose.
OOH SHIT THIS WAS THE FILLYEST OF THE FILLERS. BUT I WILL MAKE UP FOR THAT. I HAVE AN AMAZING PLOT TWIST OHMIGOD IT WILL KNOCK YOUR SOCKS OFF (que the rowyso jokes about socks fuq) AND YEAH IM SUPER EXCITED
LOVE Y'ALL
-lyric-joanna <3
