I'm so so so sorry for the very very late update! :$ I didn't really have much concentration for the past few months :$:$
Chapter 5.
I had the best sleep I had in months. No dreams, no turning around my bed, no nothing.
I stare at my ceiling, still a smile on my face. I just can’t stop thinking about last night. It feels like it was all just a dream. Like, the whole date didn’t actually happened, that he never asked me out. It was just all too good to believe.
I snap out of my thoughts when my phone buzzes. I reach over to my nightstand to grab it and see that it’s a new text.
‘One new message from Riley’
when I open the textmessage, my smile gets even wider.
‘Morning gorgeus, did you sleep alright?’
Forget my thouhts from earlier, I’m pretty sure I’m awake now.
‘Hey handsome, I slept pretty good. How bout U?’
‘I slept alright, I miss you though. I even dreamed about you :$’
‘Really? :$ What did you dream?’
‘Nothing you need to know for now … ;)’
‘Come on, I wanna know L’
‘Ahw, are you pouting? :P’
‘Yes! Now please tell me?’
‘What are you doing today?’
‘Don’t change the subject! And probably stay in and get some homework done. You?’
‘I’m meeting up with some friends, nothing big’.
We ended up texting for another hour. I really do wonder why he won’t tell me about his dream. Was it that shocking? Or disgusting? Ugh! I hate him for not telling me. I get curious too easily.
After doing my morning routine (showering, getting dressed, having breakfast) I go to my room and turn on my laptop to do my homework. I know, I know, boring Sunday, but it has to be done if I want to graduate this year. Besides, it’s not that much. Just history and an English essay.
After about an hour, I decide to take a small break from my homework and log-in to Facebook. I look through al the new status-updates from my friends. Michael and Ian couldn’t stop talking about this party last night at Johnny’s, who’s also on the Footballteam. Apparently everyone who is someone was there, including the whole team, except me.
They got used to it a long time ago that I don’t go to most parties. I’m just not the party animal-type. Sure, sometimes I go with Ian when I have nothing better to do, but most of the time he doesn’t even asks me to come with.
The new posts are always the same things, the girls always talk about boys and quote songlyrics and stuff, while the boys always talk about sports and hot girls.
When I’m about to log-off, I see that I have a new friend request. When I open it, it’s from Riley. Grinning, I click ‘accept’ and take a look at his profile. Just some standard info, where he was born, where he lives now, the things he likes.
I can’t help myself and click on his photo’s. Don’t blame me, I’m just a teenage guy!
Holy shit, the guy got a sixpack! No, he doesn’t have shirtless pictures of himself, it’s from his vacation in Turkey last summer. I see a lot of pictures of him wih another guy, though. ‘with Nicolas Stevens’ it says. That must be Riley’s brother. Hotness must run in his family, cause his brother is like a damn god!
