I woke up, with the light shining into my room. One thing was off though. Dylan was still in my room. His hands were holding me. I remember how I couldn't sleep and a Dylan made it better. Today is Monday, which means going back to school.
I groan, whirl glancing at the clock. It read 7:20.
"Good morning." Dylan says. Oh god his morning voice is so hot.
Calm down Maddie! It's not like he likes you like that, which mean no complementing him on how hot he is.
But it's so hard not to!
"Morning." I get up and take his hands off me.
"It's 7:20 and I guess you have to go get dressed." I glance at his exposed chest then back at his face.
He looks down and chuckles.
"Alright, well I have to get going." He says and walks out.
I smile at myself, he's amazing. But he isn't mine and I have to constantly remind myself.
He's with Kylie, she's gorgeous and she doesn't even have to try. It totally destroys my self esteem. I used to go gymnastics with her, before she got popular. She was really sweet to me and help me if I needed it. Now she's the reason for my fractured wrist.
We got older and things changed,drastically.
I snap out of my thinking session and find something completely out of my comfort zone to wear.
(Pic above)
I look over myself in the bathroom mirror. Damn, I don't recognize myself!
I put all my hair on one side and I braid it down. My hair has gotten supper long, I need to get my hair cut.
"Are you riding the bus or I'm taking you?" I hear Dylan say from his room.
"Whatever floats your boat." I answer back.
I leave my room and run down the stairs. I search for some pop tarts.
"Holy shit!" Dylan says behind me.
I turn around.
"Is it too much?" I look at myself.
"No, no it's perfect ,But everyone will surely be surprised, just like me." He has an impressed look.
"Oh okay. Do you know where the rest of the pop-tarts are?" I ask stepping away from the counter.
"Yeah they're all the way up there." He says and reaches up to the top shelf and finds a fresh box.
He hands me the package and takes out two packages.
"Thanks." I reach out to grab it but he recoils it.
"Dylan." I say in a warnful tone
He uses his height as an advantage and raises his hand as high as he can.
I cross my arms and lean on one leg.
"You're such an ass." I shove him.
"Yeah yeah." He laughs, seeing how I couldn't reach.
He stops playing his game and hands it to me.
I stick my tongue out and open it.
