*Dacota's POV*
When I woke up, I couldn't hear my parents downstairs. On a normal day, they'd already be bustling around the kitchen, finishing their coffee and slipping into their doctors' uniforms. But, not this morning. I got up, deciding they must be on a trip or something.
My thoughts were proved correctly when I found a note taped to the refrigerator, 'Dear Dacota, your father and I will are on a conference call, in Denver. We don't know how long we'll be, and we know there's supposed to be a huge rainstorm coming our way. We may be gone for a couple days, but we also could be stuck here for a week. Anyways, you can invite people over, just not too many to cause the police to come and arrest you all. Don't break anything, don't burn the house down, and go to school. I hope you're feeling better, because I won't be able to pick you up. I know you have your own car, but I'd like you to use the bus while we're away, just to be safe. Love, Mom and Dad!' I smiled at the thought of staying home by myself for over a week. Although, I couldn't exactly bring people over, considering I don't have many friends. Emily would definitely go to Alex's, and Lainey has yet to come to school; she must be really sick. But, there's always Harry...No, he would go to one of the guys' houses. So, I'm all by myself. Again.
Soon, however, I could hear the news reporter on the TV (which was still on from Harry's and my movie night last night) saying, "Reporting all schools in Polo, Illinois!" I make my way to the main room, my attention focused on the reporter. "All schools will be closed today, for danger of extreme weather conditions." I pumped my fist in the air, happy that I didn't have to go to school.
Shortly, I got a text;
From Harold
No school today! Wanna come over or something?
I quickly reply;
To Harold
I don't wanna risk the paps again. You come here?
From Harold
Your parents don't mind?
To Harold
They're on a conference call in Denver. They said I could have someone over as long as we don't break or burn anything.
From Harold
I can deal:) I'm on my way. And I'm bringing paper.
To Harold
Why...?
From Harold
So I can teach you how to fold the perfect paper airplane. I know I have your number, but passing notes is funner.
To Harold
More fun***
From Harold
Who cares?!?
To Harold
Grammar Nazi over here. Oops, shoulda told you.
From Harold
I can deal.
I change the channel, watching TV until he arrived. When he did, he rang the doorbell around ten times.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I yell at him, standing slowly and going to the door. When I open it, I see a soaking wet Harry. "Hmm," I say, "Didn't make it?"
"Nope. Now, as much as I love idle chats, it's a bit frigid out here." I smiled and let him in. He stomped his feet on the door mat, then tromped inside, arms crossed in chills. He plops on the couch and I go to the hallway closet, grabbing large, fleece blankets. I walk back over to him and dump them in his lap.
I go to the movie shelf and ask, "So, what do you wanna watch today?"
"What have you got?" he asks, flipping the blankets over him, leaving them straight and ruffle-less.
"Come over here and look for yourself." I retort. He groans and slowly stands, kicking the warmth off of him. He comes over, quite close, might I add.
"Huh. You've got a lot." he whispers in my ear. I could feel my cheeks warm as I feel his breath on my ear.
"Yup." I say.
"How about Princess Bride?" I smiled.
"I love that movie, I can quote practically all of it." He laughs and I slide it out of the shelf. I place it in the player and plop next to him on the couch. I grab the remote and press play, starting the film. We were sitting very, very close.
~~~~~
I love Princess Bride.
"Is this a kissing book?"
Yes.
Sorry for mini hiatus, spring break and personal problems and yeah.
~Emily~
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Paper Airplanes
Fanfiction"She folded up her fears, misfortunes, and doubts like paper airplanes and let them fly into the wind, never to return again."
