The Story of Us

Ch. 8 Enchanted

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Ch. 8 Enchanted

                Mornings suck.

                I rolled out of bed and onto the floor, groaning as I struggled to my feet. I slammed the snooze on my alarm clock and stumbled into my bathroom. The dim light of dawn filtered through my window, sending everything into a strange cozy glow.

                Strange how it was only when I was taking a shower that the realization hit me.

                Matthew Parmen was Liam Sheppard.

                Liam Sheppard was Matthew Parmen.

                My best friend was a famous actor. No, correction: a hot famous actor.

                I jumped out of the shower, shut it off, and quickly shoved on my clothes. I had to talk to Liam about this.                

                I suddenly paused for a moment. My best friend. I can’t believe I had forgotten him. The whole situation was so odd that I decided to put it off my mind for a moment. But I would not forget Liam Sheppard again. No, I was determined to strike up our friendship again and become as close as we had been three years ago.

                I struggled on my backpack and ran downstairs, where my mother was cooking breakfast. Toast and my usual cup of fruit sat on the table, and I grabbed them both, shoving them into my mouth. My mother turned around, surprised.

                “Darling! Where are you going off in such a rush?” she asked.

                “Ah got tah meet Wien.” I said through a mouthful of toast.

                “Translation, dear?” my mother sighed, putting her hands on her hips.     

                I chewed vigorously and swallowed. “I got to meet Liam.” I said, and rushed out the door with my cup of fruit before she could say anything else.  

                I began to quickly jog towards my car, my keys in hand. Thoughts blasted through my mind like a stereo, questions popping out. Since when did Liam become a superstar hottie actor? Why did he have to hide his identity? I mean, didn’t he want every girl to know that a totally hot celebrity was coming to their school?

                I suddenly stopped dead, about to open my car door. There was that word I kept calling him. Hot. Sure, my best friend had always been handsome, but I didn’t think of him like that.

                Did I?

                No, no, no. Of course not. We were best friends. Friends.

                But he did have such a striking face, and perfect little lips that I could just—

                Whoa. No way. I did not just think about that, did I?

                I was in the middle of this bipolar argument in my head when strong arms suddenly wrapped around my waist. I was thrown over somebody’s shoulder before I could even react or process what was going on. The person ran across the street, tossed me ungracefully into a black car, and began to drive off.

                I blinked and sat up.

                Had I just been kidnapped?