(Elevens POV)
I was super mad at Mike. I thought he was replacing me somehow, with another person. She was pretty and all, but she didn't look very nice. Her hair was long and it was red. In the picture, her hair had been styled in two pigtails at the top of her head. She wore a green jean dress, with a collar, and some white tights with black flats. She did look REALLY pretty though. I was jealous.
"So...You do...love..me?", I said.
"Forever. I promise.", He replied.
Good, I thought.
"Eleven?"
"Yeah...."
"You know that dance, the snowball, I told you about?"
I got really excited at the thought of this. I sat up with my hands at my chest and my face lit up with a bright smile.
"Yes!"
He smiled too, and sat up. "There's another one, except this one is in the spring. It's called the spring fling."
"Spring?"
"It's another season. There's four seasons and they all have school dances to go along with them. Get it?"
I still had no clue what a 'season' was. "Yep...."
"Well... my question was... do you....do you wanna uh..go with.. me?", He turned really red, and it was hard for me not to giggle.
I suddenly got a warm and tingly feeling in my stomach. It was back. Love. Ugh.
"Mike!"
He looked panicked now, "Yeah El?! What is it?! What's wrong!!!?"
"It's back! The love... and it feels so weird this time...."
He laughed and placed his hands in mine. He gently got closer. He was now up to my face, a smile on his face. I soon felt his warm lips press firmly onto mine. It lasted for a really long time this time. It was like this time it actually meant something. When he let go, I felt so great. I wanted to get up and just hug him nonstop, I wanted to do this forever. I wished we could just do this all of our lives.
"Mike!"
"Is something wrong?"
"No, it's just... I really am uh..... happy, Mike.."
"Me too.", He grinned at me and we stood up.
I knew that for the rest of my life, I would always be happy. As long as I am with him. The one and only, Mike Wheeler.
