My day starts with a wonderful voice ringing lightly in my ears, " Good morning, babe."
" Oh hey" I greet turning over to face my lovely boyfriend.
" What are we doing today" He asks.
" Well, last time I checked it's Friday so your going to school" I taunt.
" Or" He tries, climbing under the sheets and wrapping his arms around me, " I could stay here, with you all day today."
" I would love that but you have to learn" I groan, " And I have to sleep."
" Come on" He begs.
" My mom will be here" I remind him.
" She left at 6:30 this morning" He informs.
" What" I exclaim.
" She left you a note on the counter" He tells me.
" Did she" I ask.
" Yes, that's why I told you" He laughs.
" Shut up" I say.
I pull off the covers but Alex grabs my waist and pulls me back down onto the soft, comfortable mattress. I fight my way out of the room to read the note that my mom left. Only by the time I get to the door do I realize I am only wearing a bra and underwear.
I let out a small shriek and turn around to see Alex staring at me with a smirk planted on his wonderful face. I reach for a blanket to cover myself with. I blush a crimson red.
Then to make it worse my phone starts to ring, but its Ms. Sara. Her ringtone is Baby, By Justin Bieber. I blush even harder. He laughs his ass off while I go to answer my phone.
" Hi, Ms. Sara" I greet.
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" 3 cups of flour" I read.
Alex and I are currently in the kitchen baking a batch of brownies. Which are my favorite treat. My mom makes them constantly considering she works at a bakery. It's not her own bakery, the bakery actually belongs to my grandmother but my mom manages the place.
My music is playing and I shriek as La Da Dee, Cody Simpson comes on.
" Oh my lanta" I scream. Alex laughs at my word choice. As the chorus begins he grabs my waist and starts to sway. Aww he's dancing with me.
" Sing along" He begs.
" No" I groan.
" Please" He begs.
" No"
" Please" He moans into my neck. I just laugh in response.
" No" I decline. He dips me.
" Please" He whispers seductively.
" N-O" I respond.
" Fine, you leave me no choice" He gently puts me on the ground and grabs the flour bag.
" No no no no no" I beg. Before I can say no again the white powder surrounds me, leaving me coughing miserably on the floor.
" Oh come here" He cooes, lifting me up and holding me bridal style in his arms.
" Alex, I really hate you right now. Clean this up before my mom gets home" I scold.
" Why can't you clean it up" He asks.
" Because I have to go shower" I yell, pointing to my white hair.
" Aww cornbread" He laughs.
" Hey, I invented that" I remind him.
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The Neighbor
Teen FictionMy name is Brooklyn May. I'm 17, graduating high school. People can call me talented. People can call me beautiful. People can even say that I have the perfect life. None of that is true, at least in my eyes. I see myself as another person trying to...