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Lynzi-
All I feel is his sweet kisses that make me hungry for more every time that those lips brush against mine. They were just soft, light kisses on my lips. He never parted them, just little kisses over and over and over again, and now he started to trail down my neck. I felt as if any minute I would have to push him onto the bed but his arms were so set on holding my hips that I just slowly snaked my arms around his neck to pull him a little closer. All I wanted was him to be mine, but subconsciously I knew that the thing that I wanted wasn't going to be mine, at least not forever. In the background of the sweet bliss that was kissing him, I heard a faint sound like knocking but that seemed easy enough to ignore when his tongue was now parting my lips and sending heat waves down my body. He seemed like he was just now getting has hungry as I was and gave me deep, passionate kisses. He guided us to the edge of the bed and let us just fall onto it. He rolled on top of me and we both started getting carried away, when out of nowhere I felt like I was being snatched out of my dream and next thing I knew that sun was shining brightly in my eyes and my mother's face was uncomfortably close to mine as she kept telling me to wake up for school. I groaned and rolled over pulling the pillow over my face in the process. She let out a loud aggravated sigh and flipped my mattress off my bed sending me flying onto the wood panel floor.
"Ow! Was that really necessary mom? I mean I can get up on my own!" I questioned her tactics as we got my mattress back situated onto my bed.
"Well Lynzi apparently, me telling you to get up doesn't work, so then I have to resort to drastic measures." She put her hands on her hips and gave me 'the look', so I gave her a kiss and went on to do my daily routines to get ready. I was getting in the shower and couldn't help thinking about my dream. Who was that guy? He was so hot! He had pasty white skin with a little hint of a fading tan, bright purple-blue eyes (which were so gorgeous to say the least) and short dark brown hair. But I have no IDEA who he was or why we were making out in my room, but for the time being I don't think I have to worry about that unless I see him somewhere. I finished my shower up real quick and then started to get dressed. I didn't know whether to wear something comfy or pretty. I passed my mirror, catching a glimpse of myself, taking in the long honey-colored curls, grey blue eyes, tan skin, tall body structure, with the slender figure that stared back at me. My hair fell in long loopy curls along my back and chest but I decided it was a comfy day and through on a pair of sweatpants and a sporty tee. I applied a little mascara and eyeliner and headed down stairs with my stuff, kissed my mom and dad, and headed out the door with a piece of toast in my mouth. It wasn't that cold outside this morning considering it was mid-August in Vermont and the sun was shining like a ball of white in a cloudless blue sky. I threw my stuff in the passenger seat and sat in the driver side, leaning my seat back a little, so that I could enjoy my breakfast in the quiet, beautiful morning.
Channing-
"Wakey-wakey! You don't want to miss your first day of school do you?" exclaims my cheerful brother, Blake, who's the type of brother that clings to you like a leech and never lets go.
"Why in the hell are you waking me up? I'm asleep for a reason you know!" I say exhaustingly as roll over away from the light he just let in throw the giant bay windows.
"Oh, don't be like that! You know that you had school starting today, but you were the one who decided that it would best if you stayed up and partied all night. That's your own fault! Now wake up because I have to get ready too, and I'm not gonna keep checking up on you every 10 minutes to see if you're awake!" God sometimes he can sound like a chick or my mother. He needs to get a grip!
