HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! Hoping that 2K16 wont be as crappy as 2K15.....
So, how was you new year, guys?? Hope you have loads of fun stuff this year and wishing you all the best.. :D
I wanted to update on 1st Jan, no clue why, so here it is... and on top is the beach house. I was thinking of a cast list, so as I said last chapter, I'm gonna take Francisco Lachowski and Barbara Palvin as Sean and Alana... i was thinking of Ethan as Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens as Emma... let me know in the comments what you guys think of them. ;)
So, here's the chapter... Hope you like it..
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I heard some people talk, but it sounded like it was far away. I don't think I'm dreaming cause I know when I am dreaming.
I flipped onto the other side of the bed, pushing my duvet up with me.
I internally sighed and fell into deep sleep once again.
A couple of minutes later, I felt someone nudge me. I ignored it and continued sleeping.
Again, back to eternal sleeping.
Suddenly, I felt a huge, hard pillow pressed against my body and someone giggling?
The pillow was getting suddenly uncomfortable and highly rock hard. I took all my drowsy strength and turned the pillow over, pinning it under me and slept on top it.
Someone was laughing like a dying walrus near-by.
'Knock it off.' I slurred and hugged the pillow tighter.
Now, it was like a group of people laughing. No way I was dreaming, cause what kind of a dream has only sounds and no vision??
Ugh...chuck it.
The pillow under me began struggling, as if to break free-
Wait.
Struggling?
Pillow??
Pillow struggling?
I opened my eyes hazily and saw Alana next to me, sitting on her knees and holding up her phone, like as if she was recording me sleeping.
Funny thing was Alana was bursting out laughing and recording, while the pillow under me started to laugh too.
I turned and looked on the damn thing underneath me.
Nile.
He grinned at me. 'Good morning.'
'You know,' I started and then clearly my throat. 'For a senseless person, you actually made a nice pillow until you began struggling.'
'Shall I take it as a compliment?' he asked me, now smirking.
I got over him and began crawling to the end of the bed.
'Please, by all means.' I said as I got out of the bed and began walking to my bathroom. 'Shut the camera, Al.'
I looked back to see Nile still on my bed. His hands we behind his head, and he was propped against the headrest, watching me, while Al was still recording my reactions.
I looked around my room and saw one guy I have never seen in my life. Green eyed and pretty hot too...wow...first time I'm seeing hot guy already in my room. Finally, the logic behind opposites attract made sense.
'Who the hell are you?' I asked him, who was already making himself at home by sprawling himself on my bean bag. He looked strangely familiar now.
'Brent.' He said, smirking...what is it with guys and their smirks? He looked like he knew something that I didn't. Maybe he always has that look.
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