Is This Real, Or Am I Dreaming? ( An Alan Ashby Story)

Chapter Six: What A Lovely Morning

Noelle’s P.O.V

A bright light shining through the window woke me up. It was morning. Funny thing is, I don’t even remember going to sleep last night. I open my eyes slightly. Too bright for me. I stretch some while yawning, which makes me sound, like an extinct dinosaur. I slightly open my eyes again and look to the right of me to glimpse at my clock; it is around eight in the morning.

I sit myself up to stretch some more. Then I notice that someone occupied the side of my bed next to me and it was not me because I do not move that far while sleeping. It made me curious but I was too tired to care. I lie back down again and shut my eyes. I heard someone opened my door, still acting as if I’m sleeping. Then I felt whoever it was slide into my bed. They put their arm around my waist. I looked over and I said, “Hey Alan.”

He shook a little bit; I guess he thought I was asleep still. “God, Noe, talk about scaring the living shit out of me.” That was when I started laughing. I was laughing so hard that I could feel a full on six-pack forming. Alan on the other hand, didn’t think it was so funny; in fact, he looked upset at me. “I’m sorry ginger princess, for frightening you; I thought it was going to be funny, which it was.”

Looking puzzled he said, “Uh huh, sure, I was so not scared, for your information… just not fully awake yet.”

“Wow, trying to cover up with being manly? It isn’t working.”

“Whatever, last one to the kitchen is a rotten egg and has to eat cat food.”

He said it so fast I barely understood what he said, I saw Alan spring up from the bed and head for the stairs. That was when I ran and he was in front of me on the way down the staircase so I decided to get in front of him by skipping steps.

I started to skip two to three steps at a time, luckily enough I got in front of him and beat him to the kitchen without falling on my face.

He was so out of breath and was trying to speak, “Aw damn it, I was almost there too!”

I chuckled while grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, took a sip, then being able to talk freely I questioned him, “I thought the last one to make it to the kitchen was a rotten egg and had to eat cat food?”

He looked at me then smirked, “Not when the ginger princess is the last one.”

“Ugh, that’s not even fair.”

I took the water bottle I was drinking and sprinkled a little bit on his shirt.

He looked down at his shirt, “Oh, it’s on Noe.”

He ran towards me and started tickling me; collapsing to the ground with the inability to breathe. That was when I was begging for mercy.

“A-Alan, oh my god, please…stop.”

“Fine, but only if you say, “Alan is the cutest, sexiest ginger on this whole planet that I can call mine.”

“What? No, I’m not saying that.”

He started moving his hands back to where he could tickle me.

“Okay…okay. Fine, I will say it. Alan is the cutest, sexiest ginger on this whole planet that I can call mine.”

He started laughing, “See? Not so bad, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess not. Now can you make me some food?”

“Yeah, I guess so. What do you want?”

I smiled, “Hmm…how about we make strawberry pancakes? I know you like strawberries, and I know I do.”

“Well, that’s true. I do like strawberries, and of course, I know you do. Fine let’s get cooking.”

He smiled at me and walked over to the fridge. 

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Hello lovelies, sorry for the short hiatus. Just had to think of more stuff to write. Since everyone has been begging me to update. I made a cute update for you. It's short, but hey, at least it's something new. Remember to vote if you like it, comment as well, love to hear opinions. Love you guys. :) <3