Chapter 6
When I wake up the next morning there is a pair of big, sparkling, green eyes in my face.
“What the…” I screech. “Oh Kyle it’s you.”
“Hi…”
“Hi, what’s up buddy? Why are you in my room at...” I turn and look at the clock, “nine in the morning!”
“Sorry to wake you, but I need some advice…” he says shyly.
“Advice? About what?”
“Well… about… g...g...girls,” he said, stuttering.
“Awww who is she?” I ask winking.
He turns bright red.
“Her name is Stacey.”
“Aw your blushing Mr.” I reply squeezing his cheeks.
He playfully slaps my hand away, “Am not!”
I can’t help but laugh at the little cutie.
“Anyway, I need your help. I’m too scared to talk to her.”
“Hmmm,” I say putting my hand to my chin, “Do you have any special talents?”
“Such as?” he asks curiously.
“Like can you draw, write, sing?
“I can write,” he says quietly.
“Really? Can you write poems?”
He nods his head slowly.
“Then write her a poem that is so romantic and adorable.” I say smiling.
“Are you sure that will work?”
“Well, you will never know until you try,” I say winking.
He smiles big at me.
“Ok, I’ll try then… But ummm…”
“What?”
“Can you proof read it when I’m done?” he asks, embarrassed
“Of course I can!”
His smile immediately reappears. He gives me a huge hug,
“Thank you Jess, you are awesome!”
“Your welcome.”
He then runs out of my room and closes the door behind him. My eyes felt really heavy so I ended up falling right back asleep.
I was awoken again by someone pounding on my door.
“Mmmph!!” I yell.
Whoever is at the door, thinks its okay to come in, and bursts in. I immediately growl.
“Whoa there! Down boy!” Nate laughs.
I immediately bolt up in my bed and turn to face him.
“What are you doing here,” I ask narrowing my eyes at him.
He lets out a big sigh and runs his hands through his hair.
“Look we need to talk about last night,” he says frustrated.
“There is nothing to talk about,” I say while rubbing my still tired eyes.
I sneakily take a look at the clock. ’10:00!! I really need to start locking my door’ I think to myself.
He starts snapping his fingers in my face.
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Seven Summers Ago
Teen FictionFor the past seven summers, seventeen year old Jessica has stayed with her best friend Charlotte, but this year things are about to change. Her parents are forcing her to go back to the beach house where she was tormented as a kid by the four broth...
