Dancing with Eloise

Chapter three

I woke up with a smile on my face. Dan had infiltrated my dreams and stole his way to my heart. We were at a party, his smiling lips had pressed into mine when he saw me crying. I don't know why I was crying, only that the tears were gone when he came.

I reached over to my nightstand to check my phone, but my hand came back empty. The smile left instantly. I kicked off my covers and threw on a hoodie over my wrinkled tshirt.

The floorboards creaked under my feet as I made my way to the living room. I checked out the window. Dad's car was still in the driveway; he hadn't left for work yet. He was standing next to it with a cigarette in hand reading something on his cell.

Very carefully, I made my way into his room. I searched around his laptop and under the piles of papers and cords covering his side of the room. The dang phone wasn't anywhere. Not under the bed or even in the container he stores all his electronics in.

I heard the door slam and footsteps begin to make their way down the hallway. Panicking, I frantically out everything back to where it was before and dove under the bed.

Just as I tucked my feet under, he came in. What is he still doing here? He mumbled something under his breath and rummaged around in something. One if his piles probably. I peeked out of under the frame.

He turned around and began making his way to the bed. I ducked my head back under and felt my heart beat faster. Closer and closer.

He bent down and began feeling along the edge of the underneath. I scooted back as far as I could without being exposed, praying he wouldn't find me.

A phone vibrated. Suddenly he withdrew his hand, stood back up, and sighed, standing there next to the bed for a minute. Finally, he made his way back outside.

I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding as his truck pulled out of the driveway.

I maneuvered myself so that I could army crawl out from underneath the bed. as I was doing so, my foot hit the leg of the bed. I winced and inspected it after I was out. My toe was bleeding.

Shaking my head at my clumsiness, I stood and made my way to the medicine cabinet. After applying Neosporin and a bandaid, I wandered into the kitchen.

Five minutes and a piece of pizza later, I grabbed my laptop and turned it on, humming to myself as it booted up.

My mind wandered to an image of Dan's perfect face. The way his lips formed his smile and how his eyes glittered in the light. What secrets did those deep brown eyes hold? I wondered.

The welcome music on the laptop snapped me out of my daydream and I opened up the browser and logged into Facebook.

I stared at the screen in boredom. Why do I even go on here anymore? Pictures of pets and attention-seeking statuses flew past as my finger turned the scroll wheel. Same old stuff.

Suddenly a red flag caught my attention. 'Daniel Johnson has sent you a friend request!'

My heart skipped a beat.

I clicked on the request and hit accept as quickly as I could.

As quickly as my joy had come, it was gone. A chat box popped open.

Eloise Martin- "Margiiieeee!!!!"

Crap