Story of a girl

Chapter 6

 I woke up to see Chelsea wrapped in my arm. My clothes smelled of the memories of yesterday. The taste of her candy lips lingered on mine. She looked so comfortable I couldn't wake her up. I carefully untangled me from her. I got up to go to the bathroom to freshen up a little because I had been wearing these clothes for an uncomfortable about off time.

I used her mouth wash so my breath didn't smell like a thousand devils spitting fire out of my mouth. Also used her comb to somewhat style my hair. I started to go through her vanity looking for anything else I could use. I was able to find some face wash and some hair spray. I really couldn't remember what happened after we started kissing. God, I love kissing her. Kissing her is like rain after a long summer. I walked back into her room. She was still sleeping. I longed to know how the night ended, but I just couldn't remember. I took a deep breath. It must have been loud cause she sat up and stretched.

"Good morning." She said in a very sleepy voice.

"Good morning," I said as a smile slid across my face.

"How are you so happy it's morning?" She asked as she yawned.

Something was different about her. She had this kinda glow that she had not had before. Was it because of something that happened last night? I really wish remembered.

"I'm just a happy person," I said as she bit her lip. I thought about asking her what happened, but I didn't want to seem rude. She got off the bed grabbed her glasses off the night stand. The glasses magnified her glassy blue eyes. She smiled at me, then surged her shoulders. Her eyes moved from me to the clock. A look of panic slid onto her face as the clock read 10:30.

"Can you leave my room for a moment, I need to change?" she asked me.

I thought about saying something duchy, but instead, I said, " Of course." I walked out of her room and sat on the floor. I wondered if my mom cared where I was. I know she loves me and cares , but she works so much. It puts a lot of strain on our relationship. She works like three jobs just so I can go to college. She works to make sure I have a comfortable life. I see her most morning, but it's not enough. I want to see her every day. She was always off on Monday. Sometimes she would take off weekends, but mostly I wouldn't even see her weekends.

Chelsea stepped out of her room wearing a yellow tank top and some skinny jeans. Her hair in two braids running down both sides of her head. Her golden hair glistened in the morning light peering through her door.

"Take a picture it would last longer." She said as a small smile slid across her face.

I could feel the blood rushing into my cheeks. God, she's beautiful. I could look into at her forever. I so desperately wanted her to be mine. I grabbed her phone out of her hand and took a picture. then handed it back.

Her face was a little red expecting it to be a picture of her. "Really?" She said as she prodded to show me a picture of myself.

"I mean I could take another one if you want. "

" I mean your face in attractive but I'm fine."

"I like your braid thingy." It wasn't a lie, I really did like it.

"There dutch braids." She said with a little attitude.

"Whoah there sassy pants."

She just rolled her eyes at me. There was a moment of silence just begging to be broken. Right before I could free us from the chains of silence, I heard the door downstairs open.

"Chelsea, I have a surprise for you." Her mom said.

Chelsea ran down stairs like a little kid at Christmas. I soon followed. As we made our way down the stair, I could see Chelsea's mom standing in the door. Chelsea was on about the fourth step from the bottom when her mom moved out of the doorway revealing her dad. She skipped those last steps ad jumped into his arms.