There he was.
A gorgeous little boy sitting in my room, as I awkwardly stare at him him he says to me, " Hey, I heard what you said, I'm sorry, my parents are kind of crazy...but I don't think we have met, What's your name?"
I thought to myself, did he really just ask my what my name was, should I tell him? Should I smile? Should I laugh? Or should a just go up to him and give him a hug, like a desperate weirdo?
I say " Hello, my name is Heather..."
My jaw slowly starts to drop as I day dream of us kissing in the rain. He is just so gorgeous, I can't help it!
He says, "Um...Are you okay?"
I reply with a smile on my face and say, "Yeah, sorry..."
He walked over to my bed and sat on it, we stared at each other for what felt like hours. I stared deeply into his eyes just admiring his adorable smile when we made small talk. Hours past as the music slowly started to fade into nothing.
We talked about his parents, his school, his friends, what he likes, what he dislikes, what happened with my mom, how my dad died, basically our life story from page one. As he goes on about his friends, I glance at the clock, it was 3:17 in the morning. We talked for nearly seven hours, just about everything. It never got awkward, things just ran so smoothly, it was like my life with him was all planned out. We were going to get married, have two children, name them Kyle and Maddison, and have an amazing life together.
The clock reached 3:30, after talking for several hours, we began to doze off into a deep sleep. We laid next to each other like spoons in a silverware tray. Our body's fit together like we were made for each other. Although nothing like "that" happened I had the best night of my entire life. For once I took my mind off my dad dying and my mom abandoning me. I think tonight was the night I found my first friend.
