The Opposite Of A Dream

Fetching me.

I packed random clothes, Pjs, shoes, school stuff, stuff to do, sport clothes, money , toiletries and other stuff I might need.

At about 18:00 pm the doorbell rang and I ran upstairs with my bag and opened the door for ma'am. Omw it's not ma'am it's GAYLE!!

He looks at me with a smile on his face.

(Bold = Gayle , not = me )

" Where is your mom?"

" She got caught up in a meeting so she told me to come fetch you"

"Oh okay, come in. I just need to quickly fetch some stuff"

"Okay, thanks. Don't worry, no rush"

As I'm bringing my bags upstairs Gayles jaw drops.

"How much bags are u bringing (sarcastic)?"

" ( start laughing) not to many bags!"

"At least your not as bad as my sister( laughs)"

I giggle and carry my bags up the stairs

"Here let me help"

"Thanks"

"Its my pleasure"

We never spoke on the way to his house.When he opened the front door:

" Thanks for carrying my stuff"

"Let me show you your room and take some of your bags for you"

"Thanks"

He smiles at me

"Gayle!"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry that I have to stay with you, I know you probably don't won't me here and I will stay out of your way and I promise not to tell any........"

"Morgan, it's no problem, it's not your fault and yes if we could keep this between us , the fact your staying here would be better for both of us to keep quiet. Oh and P.S ignore my friends they are immature ( winked at me and walked away)"

I just stood there speechless, frozen staring at him walking away.