Fighting With My Heart

Chapter Four. Strange dreams

"has some sexual stuff in it so be warned :P dont worry they wont aactually do it till like waay in the book probably the middle... anywayys hope you enjoy!"

Chapter Four. Strange dreams

Getting up to leave I made sure to pass my name and number to Krista so we could become besties and she could help me come Monday morning. Yes that was three days from now but still I wanted to be prepared and I wanted at least one or some friends so that I could have a little bit of a head start and not be such a newbie come Monday considering I was coming in the middle of the semester and I guess here they don’t start second semester until February and considering I had already finished my semester I was a little ahead but I still had to finish this semester but I didn’t have to retake the exams because my grades were all A’s so I was good in that department thank god!

Walking out to the car mom and I huddled together, thankfully this time she remembered we had a car starter and fortunately the car was already nice and toasty as we got in. I was so thankful that she had decided to buy this car with the starter instead of the truck that she wanted this car was just more practical you could use it for everything really it was perfect!

Getting into the car my face was instantly heated and felt all tingly and funny you know that feeling when you step in the shower and your feet are freezing but the water is warm and you get this tingly weird feeling? Yeah well that was just how my face hands and legs felt absolutely weird! Needless to say the drive back home was filled with my mother blasting call me maybe by Carly Rae Jepson and not caring in the slightest that her voice was so of key my ears were begging for a break. That didn’t stop me from joining in though as we both just belted out the lyrics fully enjoying the 5 minute care ride there.

Finally getting home we both quickly walked up the steps into our Victorian style home; both just wanted to get out of these wet clothes and into some dry warm ones. Knowing I would most definitely need to go shopping for sweaters and warmer pants I made a mental note to check out the local mall here maybe I’ll ask Krista to come with me get to know her better. Anyways as soon as we got in the house and mom took her boots and coat off she went right back to the kitchen counter and started working on more paper work. I knew she would be there for quite some time and probably would be barely getting any sleep if she slept at all. Leaving her to do her thing I said good night and went upstairs to get ready for bed.

Walking up to my bedroom I was glad that I had gotten an attached bathroom I definitely did not want to share with my mom or anyone who came over and this way in the morning I won’t wake my mother up when I’m getting ready for school. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and changed into my tank top which is just how I sleep if I sleep in pants I can’t help but be uncomfortable and then I won’t get to sleep. And no I never shower before bed I just find it a waste of time I always shower before getting ready for the day it makes sense like you sweat in your sleep why shower at night just to shower in the morning? Am I right? Well obviously but meh I used to shower twice a day but my mother didn’t deem that a good trait I guess washing my hair that much will ruin it? I don’t see how considering my hair is silky smooth and I’ve never been a fan of dieing it so I simple wash blow-dry and that’s it.

After doing my nightly routine I pull down the covers of my big fluffy duvet with my goose down comforter inside. Plugging my phone in for the night I switch on my iPod for the night and start to drift off. The only way I can fall asleep is to the sound of music any kind as long as it’s good music. Falling into a deep sleep my dream turns to a beautiful lake surrounded by water lilies and frogs jumping from pad to pad croaking as they jump. Looking around I realize I’m not alone as I feel arms slide around my waist embracing me from behind. Goosebumps rise to my skin and I know it’s him I can feel it just by his touch. His breath sends chills down my spine and heat to course through my veins. Turning around I stagger a bit seeing as his grip tightens as if in fear I might run away from him. Lifting my hand to his face I caress his check feeling the roughness of his stubble and the softness of his lips mesmerizes me.