Summer Haynes, a.k.a 'Ms. Clumsy'.
A lazy Tomboy trying to get her crush's attention with the help of her former ex bully.
This is not the best idea to start with...
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Hey guys.. this is my first story.. (I wrote this when I was 14/15.. so...
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His name is Remi Baker and he'll be Chris. ;) you can find him on instagram.. Your welcome. :P
By the way what I wrote below is so random XD --------------------------
"No Mr. Snowman, please don't eat me. I didn't know why I put a shoe instead of a carrot as your nose! I'll put a carrot next time. Just please don't eat me." I beg.
"You'll be one hell of an amazing snack, Summer! " Mr snowman growls.
"No!" I yell.
"Summer!" He yells.
"Oh Lord, have mercy.." I close my eyes.
"Summer!"
I quickly sit up from my bed. Oh God that was a dream. Why the hell did I dream about a snowman? More importantly why did I imagine him about to eat me? I place my hand on my forehead.
I look at Ginger who was laying on the bed. "Good you're up, answer your god damn phone." She says covering her face with a pillow.
I quickly look at my phone buzzing on my bedside table. Maybe the vibrations against the table made it annoying for Ginger. I quickly take my phone and see who was calling me.
'Dalon'.
Huh? Why's he calling me this late? Before I answer the phone, I go outside my room so that I don't disturb Ginger. "Hey, what's up?"
"Oh hey... Summ...." He slurs. He sounds odd. I could faintly hear music playing too.
"Dalon it's late, whyd you call me.."
"It's nothing" He hiccups.
"Are you drunk? Where are you?" I ask.
"Summ.. It's.." He hiccups.. "I'm fine.. I'm at a party my friends took me to.. How are you doing?"
"Dalon it's late at night and you're asking how I'm doing.."
"Okay.. That" He hiccups, "that was a lame question then huh?" He chuckles.
"Do you have ride home..?"
"Yeah.. My friend will drop me.." He says with a gruff voice.
"Hmm okay.."
"So when you're sleeping and you get a dream-" He slurs, "do you" He hiccups.. "Do you dream about me?"
I can feel his smirk through the phone. I will not say anything to make his ego even bigger. "In your dreams, Andrew." I roll my eyes.
"Last name basis huh.. Well, let me tell you.." He hiccups.. " I do dream about you" my cheeks feel hot. I knew I was blushing furiously.
"You know, I really like the sober Dalon more than the drunk Dalon" I say.
