Trying Again

Chapter Thirty-Three

SR : 

As the rain got alot heavier, I was about to go back into the barn when Storm pulled me by my arm, making me turn around to face him. Our eyes locked together as I looked straight into his deep blue eyes.

He slowly leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, "Thanks for the dance, angel.". It was a good thing it was dark, so Storm couldn't see me blushing. With that, we said our goodbyes and I went to sleep that night. Glad.

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Saturday morning, a day I do not need to go to school. My rest day. My...my.....Oh I don't know! I just wanna sleep! So I was focused on fulfilling my wish. Sleep. And yeah, I'm talking in my brain while I sleep. Problem?

I hope mom doesn't come to wake me up, because every morning when I'm still half asleep, I'd either scold or just crap. And after all these times, my mom doesn't learn that I don't mean what I say in the morning. Gosh...moms...

To my great disappointment, someone just walked in my room. Please don't be mom.

"Wake up sleeping pig..", wait...that voice...deep..Storm! I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't! I'm still very sleepy. So I just flipped to a side and continued sleeping, ignoring him completely. It was then he started poking me, "Wake up!", he spoke louder to get my attention.

"Nooo..monkeys are gonna play chess....", I said randomly. Crap. No I mean really, I'm starting to crap again.

He laughed, but then shook me, "Wake up Celina!".

I wasn't sure what I said, but I'm pretty sure I just told him about all my secret passions. Not good.

I continued sleeping when my blanket was pulled away from my body. Cold..Cold...I was pretty sure I was exposed as I was wearing a very short shorts and a tank top. What can I do? Its hot out here! I stretched as I was slowly starting to wake up.

I rubbed my eyes lazily and looked down to my body. Damn..Where the heck did my blanket go?! My amazingly long legs looked so bare, my chest..bare..my arms..bare..SHIAT! I looked around the room floor and found it laying on the floor. I quickly took it and wrapped it around myself. I really do not know what is wrong with me. I'm uncomfortable even with myself.

There was a chuckle. My eyes grew wide as my head shot up to see where that chuckle came from. I screamed. Loud. But immediately was relieved when I saw Storm there.

"Dude!!! Don't scare me like that!!!", I sorta yelled at him, and laid back down on my bed. Pulling my blanket over my head and slowly feeling myself going back to sleep.

"Oh no, you're not sleeping again...", he said, and before I knew it, I was lifted bridal style by him.

"Gah! Storm! Put me down!!", I complained.

"No no no....I can't..you're parents are out for the day and they asked me to make sure you wake up on time and now, I regret saying yes to helping your mom. You're harder to take care of compared to a hyper active 9 year old."

I yawned. He then straightened me, and it was then I realised that he carried me to the bathroom. He pointed to the showers, "Shower.", he ordered. I raised an eyebrow, crossed my arms and leaned to a side, obviously picking a fight.

He shook his head and closed the door behind him. I wanted to see if he was still out there, so I did a test. I sat on top of a counter and made no other sound.

"Shower now or I'll come in and help you shower", he said after a few minutes of silence from me.

"Why Storm! Are you suggesting we shower together?", I said dramatically.

"One.....", he began counting.

I laughed, "That's not gonna work on me Storm...".

"Two...."

"Geeshhh!!! Alright!! Stop counting! Its annoying.", I gave up and went to shower. Oh I can see the smirk on his face, knowing that he won this time.

"Party and party and -YEAH!-  , party and party and -YEAH!- , fun fun fun fun..looking forward to the weekend...hahahahahaha", and that is how I began laughing while singing the song most people find annoying, Rebecca Black's Friday. Its annoying when she sings it, but its fun when you sing it yourself. I'm serious.

After who knows how long, I dried myself up and walked into the toilet's walk in closet. Since it was huge, I always used that place as a dance ground, plus there's a huge mirror at the end of the closet, so its easy for me to dance and watch how I move. How to improve...how to move correctly. I glanced at the clock on the wall, 10:30a.m.

I stopped practicing and decided to play a game of  'mix n match'  with my clothes. So I just closed my eyes and reached out my hands to grab two shirts, place them on the floor. Then walk to the other side of the room and did the same with the pants. I opened my eyes to see what I picked. A long sleeved shirt, a shirt that I always wore to any dance thing I have on as the shirt is thin but big, a pants that went to my knees and another jean shorts that is lightly above knee. So I went with the dance shirt and the jean shorts.

I got out of the toilet and started drying my hair with the towel. Storm was lying on my bed. Aw man! Now my bed is gonna smell like him!

"Dude, get off my bed. I don't want it to be smelling like you.", I threw my towel at him.

"Aww...but I like your bed. It smells just like you", he whined.

"Not for long....", I muttered.

"If you want me off your bed so much, why don't you make me get off?", he challenged.

Oh challenge accepted, I pretended to not be interested and just walked to the table beside my bed to take my comb. He let his guard down by staring up at the ceiling. So I took it as my chance and pushed him off my bed with ease. He landed on the floor with a loud thud and I immediately burst into hysterics.

"Oh you think its funny huh?", he said as he suddenly came running towards me and started tickling me.

"Stop! Ok! I give up! Stop stop stop!!!!", I kept yelling repeatedly at him. After a while he finally put me out of my misery and stopped. "Comb your hair, I'm starving.", he said and went back to laying on my bed. EH! All that for nothing?!

My hair was already dry, so I just brush my hair and made no effort to put on any make up, "Let's go!!", I said while jumping on my bed.

He laughed and got up, "That was fast. You sure your hair isnt a little messy or your eyes look dull or something?"

"I don't really pay attention to how I look but is there a problem with me?", I asked curious, this is what I do everyday.

"Nah..I like a girl natural. Just that its hard to find girls that doesn't like to put on make up.", he explained as we were making our way to his car.

I just shrugged, "I guess I'm just weird."

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We got out of the car and I was more than pleased to see that Storm decided to bring us to a steak house for lunch.

We sat down at a table and we were laughing about how every girl is batting their eyelashes at him while he claimed that all the guys here are checking me out. Which I doubt. There are ALOT more pretty girls here.

We were laughing and chatting when I saw something I dread to see. All fake and 'dolled up', strutting her way over here.

Stephanie.

AN :

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Lina. =D