Day One
"I've only been here one night mum, so no, I haven't met any 'cute' boys." I rolled my eyes at my mothers excitement that maybe a boy would catch my eye. Heaven knows my mother thought that I might be gay, she kept waiting for me to bring a boy home, I never do.
"That's still plenty of time Ady, I met your father the night I moved to Arizona with my parents."
"It was love at first sight, yadi yadi yada." I finished the story for her, desperate to change the topic. "How's Pete?" I asked instead, wondering how my pet turtle was doing without me.
"He's fine sweetie, I checked on him this morning." I sighed rolling onto my side, teetering on the edge of my bed. One move and I would fall.
"If Pete is dead-" I started saying but my mother cut me off this time.
"I raised you for 17 years and I never forgot to feed and water you, I can handle a turtle for a week."
"I've gotta go, aunt Fray is calling for me." I said not knowing what else to say to my mother, what could I say?"
"Okay sweetie, don't stay cooped up inside all week. Go see your old friends, I'm sure Mason would love to see you again."
"Ya, sure mum. Gotta go, bye." I quickly hung up closing my eyes.
"Adylan, breakfast is ready!" This time, aunt Fray really was calling for me.
The woods used to be my favorite place when I was a child. I would spend hours out in these exact trees, I wouldn't come home till it was dark out, it would always worry my parents to death.
Looking at the trees now, I would give anything to have cable, even just a tv and a DVD player would be heaven. Aunt and uncle Fray were a bit old fashioned, it wouldn't have surprised me if they didn't have electricity and used candles at night.
I was still thanking whoever was upstairs for that small miracle, I don't think I could survive the week I was stuck here without electricity. My phone would have been toast.
A twig snapped to my left and I jumped surprised to find myself not alone in the woods. Should I be scared?
I found dark green eyes watching me, the guy was crouched down to the ground using a thick tree to support his height and weight. His blonde hair was a wild mess, like he ran his hands through it too many times to make it lay nicely anymore.
And I recognized the guy, it was the guy from yesterday. The one who called me Dandelion.
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One Moment In Time
Short StoryIt was only supposed to be one week. One week spent reunited with family and old friends. One week wasted of my summer, of my life. I hadn't even noticed when that week turned into two, or when two weeks turned into a month. And one month turned i...
