Please Don't Say Goodbye

One: Gummiebear Scare

November 17th 2017
8:34pm

I walk almost blindly into my dark bedroom. I feel the cold, wood floor on my bare feet. As my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, I catch a glimpse of movement in the corner of the room.

I am the only one home at the moment. Hayley and Mum are at the market for groceries.

Something moves again. It comes swiftly at me and I scream. My scream is muffled as a hand comes over my mouth and I hear a familiar laugh. I realize who it is immediately and I bat him away.

"Will!" I nagg. He laughs and I scrunch my face at him.
"Don't scrunch your face. You'll get wrinkles." he says teasingly.
I stick my blue tongue out at him.

"Haha, you're blue! What did you do?! It looks like you made out with Papa Smurf!" he teases with a laugh.
"I was eating a snow cone." I say amused.

He laughs and then I laugh.
Our chuckle ends when my little sister, Hayley, turns the light to my bedroom on.

Hayley is 15, two years younger than me. Hayley is always trying to hook Will and I up. She thinks that we are meant for each other.

She smiles at both of us. "What were you guys up to?" she asks with a sly grin on her narrow face.

"We were face battling." Will replies and begins to walk toward me with a seductive look on his face and I squeal. Hayley smirks and walks across the hall to her small, turquoise bedroom.

I gasp as I see something in his hand. I ask what he is doing in my house and WHY he has my panties in his hand.

He holds them up. "I found these adorable boxer briefs with the gummiebears on them. I can now show them to Charlie Grale." he says with a laugh. I snatch them away from him and stick my tongue out.

Charlie Grale is our high school football team star quarterback.
He. Is. Beautiful.

I have had the biggest crush on him ever since the fifth grade. Ever since that day when he gave me his halfeaten cookie at lunchtime, I've dreamt of marrying him. I know it's cliche, but hey, don't judge me.

I give Will an aggravated look. "I don't see why you like that douche. He hasn't once talked to you." I interrupt him with
"Ah, but he has talked to me once."

"To ask for last night's homework?" he asks with an annoyed tone. "No, he was asking me for ketchup." I announce defiantly.

"At your job, Dairy Queen? I bet he asked for the ketchup and you handed it to him while you were drooling all over his burger." Will says with a smirk.
"Stop stalking my mind!" I yell as I pull my beanie over my ears.

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