Heart Beat

Chapter One

"I love you." he whispered his forehead against mine as we lay next to each other under a tree.

"But... what about-" I couldn't help but ask but he immediately cut me off.

"Don't worry about that.. I told you I'm going to break up with her." he said reassuringly.

"But-"

"Enough. I don't want to hear anymore." he said the tone of  his voice sad as he felt like I don't trust him.

"Sorry." I mumbled hoping it would wipe away the sadness I caused him.

He shook his head and looked at me with sad loving eyes. "It's alright." he reassured me.

Slowly he closed the distance between us. His loving gaze on me, and my loving gaze on him. As our face inched closer to each other I could hear and feel my heart thumping wildly against my chest. Every beat as if screaming how much Iove him.

"I love you" he whispered once again before our lips finally met each other.

.......

"Aah!!" I screamed my eyes jolting open.
"Shit!" I cursed yet another of that dream. Making it thirty-seven times for eight months and I would always dream of it at least once a week.

I curled to my side pulling my blanket over my head as I squeeze my eyes shut tightly.

"Riley, I heard you. Get up or you'll be late for school." followed by loud knocks on the door.

"I'm up!!" I yelled from under the blanket hoping it was loud enough for him to hear despite the loud knocks.

"Rileyyyy" he called again, the knocks never stopping.

"I heard you and I said I'm up!!" I yelled once again now pushing off the blanket off of me and my voice louder than earlier.

"Hurry down, grumpy head." he said before the knocks stopped and I heard his retreating foot steps making his way down the stairs.

"Can't he wake me up normally?" I grumbled getting off my bed and heading to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth before heading down still in my pajamas.

"Lemon tea?" he asked offering me a glass which I gladly took.

"Where's mom?" I asked seeing as there was no one was in the kitchen except for him.

"Gone to walk Skittles." he said sitting himself on one of the chairs of the island counter.

"Shouldn't that be your job?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"Says who?" he said raising his eyebrow back at me.

"When you asked permission to take her in." I said a matter-of-factly.

"Well it's still vacation for me so Mom volunteered to do it so she could spend some quality time with my cute little Skittles" he said while I made face mimicking him as he talk.

"What about breakfast?" I asked looking around and saw that there was nothing prepared.

"Mom didn't make some." he said shrugging.

"Then make some" I demanded.

"You make some, you're the girl." he demanded back.

"But you're the older one." I argued.

"But you're the older one~" he repeated, mimicking me.

"Ryone..!"

"Ryone~!" he repeated again.