Koala Style

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I gasp at first but then lean into the kiss. It feels like heaven. His lips are warm and soft and perfect. His tongue pushes against my lip, begging for dominance. I let him in. Our tongues battle inside eachother's mouths and after what seems like three long, beautiful hours; we both pull away, gasping for air.

He smirks. "You're a great kisser."

I laugh. "Thanks. You too."

He bites his lip. "I should.. I should uh.. be going to bed."

"Me too. Don't stay up on your computer too long." I joke, my cheeks crimson and burning.

He laughs, his beautiful laugh. "I won't. Night, Liv, sweet dreams." He turns and walks out the door.

"Night, Dan." I call after him. I sigh then lie down on the sofa on top of the duvet. Well, there is no way on Earth I'm falling asleep now.

How could I, Olivia Lyon, pull a stunning guy like Dan. The only time I made any sort of contact with a boy like that was when I was forced to hold hands with Henry Battlefield when we were playing Hokey Pokey in Year 1. Yeah, sure, I'd hugged PJ plenty of times in the past but that was just friendly.

I'm suddenly grinning like a massive idiot. I kissed Dan! I kissed him! It was really amazing, so tender yet sort of rough at the same time. In a good way, of course. So it's true when they say your first kiss is the best.

I huff, fed up of not being able to sleep and get up of the sofa. My foot makes contact with something wet on the floor and I pull it back instantly. I look down and see my glass lying on its side on the floor and a large pool of water.

"Shit." I mutter and run into the kitchen to get something to clean it up. I grab a handful of kitchen towel then run back into the living room to clean up the mess. I pick up the glass and fill it up again, just to gulp all the water down. The kiss seemed to have left my mouth dry. I don't know if that's possible.

I lie in bed for hours and finally my eyes drop and I fall into slumber.

"Steve?" I call into the empty feeling house. "Ste-eve, are you home?"

I look around the house for signs of life but greeted with nothing. I roll my eyes and throw my backpack onto the floor of the kitchen. That's when I spot the note on the counter. I pick it up. It reads in a thick red pen 'You're late.'

I look up and see Steve standing right in front of me with a sharp, silver knife in his hand, pointing towards my glabella. A tremor shoots through my body.

"You're late."

"I'm sorry Steve, I couldn't sleep and I fell asleep at about six and I woke up around three and the guys insisted I sta-"

I'm interrupted by him punching me in the jaw which sends me to the floor. He stands on top of me and before I can do anything his knife is driving into my chest. I got time for one scream.

My last scream; "DAN!"

I wake up crying and sweaty. PJ, Chris, Phil and Dan are staring down at me with concerned looks written across their faces. Their heads in a comical circle about me.

I sit up and they move for me.

"Are you alright, Liv?" PJ asks, putting a hand on my back.

"Yeah, you were screaming since four in the morning." Chris adds.

Then Phil laughs. "We didn't want to wake you incase you bit our hands off or something." I laugh as well.

"It's fine, just a bad dream I guess. Could I have some water?"