Harboring Feelings >> Becstin

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Becky's POV

"Dude, no!" I shout. My voice sounds different, I look down at myself and I see my 14 year old body.

"It's just one kiss." Austin whines.

"Why?" I ask.

"You said if I won the race here, you'd kiss me." He pouts.

"Why would you want to kiss me?" I ask him crossing my arms.

"Because you're beautiful and you lips look delicious." He smirks, I feel my cheeks heat up.

"You think I'm beautiful?" I ask him.

"Of course I do, B. You'd have to be blind not to see how beautiful you are." He admits. I stare at him with a happy grin on my face. He groans.

"Don't look at me like that! It only makes me want to kiss you even more!" He complains, "Please, just one kiss?" He begs. I walk over to him.

"How about on the cheek?" I ask him.

"S-sure. I mean, alright." His voice squeaks. I laugh loudly.

"Just on the cheek." I remind him as I'm leaning in.

"Just on the cheek." He whispers. My lips nearly brush against his face. Before I could think he grabs my face and smashes his lips into mine. Electric shocks pulse through my heart down to my stomach then to my finger tips.

I push him back before I could comprehend what just happened.

"You said the cheek!" I exclaim. He laughs before he takes off running.

"You little shit! You just stole my first kiss!" I scream at him as I run after him.

"Oops." He chuckles and starts sprinting farther away from me.

I wake up from an unusual dream with a huge headache. The pain pulses through my whole skull.

"Ugh." I groan as I stumble my way to the kitchen for some aspirin and a glass of water.

After retrieving my items I nearly make it back to my bed, but a conversation from my dad's room stops me. I couldn't stop myself. I put the empty cup against the door.

"I know, I know...How much longer?...No, she's asleep." There's a long pause.

"Yes, sir. I understand, sir...of course. I will try to explain it to her. Over and out." He releases a huge sigh.

Who was he talking to? I mean, my dad works for himself. He doesn't have a boss. So why would he call someone 'sir'?

I sigh, as well once my head hits my pillow. I start thinking about my dream again.

Why would I dream about kissing me? I mean, in my dream Austin and I were young, but I haven't met Austin until a few months ago.

Then, my mind slips back to the daydream I had in detention.

Why is Austin always showing up in my dreams? I just met him this year...right?

I try to think back before this year, but my memories are clouded. I strain my brain in trying to remember Austin's face before this year, but I come up short. The recent years of my life seem to be a haze to me.

Nothing makes sense these days.

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Austin's POV