Dandelion

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Chapter Five

      †Dandelion

†Reese's POV †

            I smiled at little Tameka as she wrote in her pocket notebook.

What's your name?

"I'm Reese. I already know that you're Tameka."

I think that you should marry Mira.

"I'm to young for that sweetheart. Plus Mira doesn't like me like that."

Does that mean you like her like that? I laughed at this smart little girl,

"Meka, I think I do. I really do."

Then you should make her fall for you.

"Its not that easy sweety. I've tried, a little."

Will you make her?

"We'll see..."

Make her, promise me? Then I want you to move to Colorado. Promise? I

laughed at her forwardness.

"I promise you, Meka."  Then I saw Mira appear with a little boy, who had a

scar on his cheek that was about three inches long. I wonder what

happened to him...

"Sup, dude!" He said cheerily. I smiled and chuckled a little,

"Nothing much, you?" he shrugged,

"Me either. Are you Mira's boyfriend?" I chuckled and looked at Mira who

was blushing again. She was so sweet. I wish she liked me the way I liked

her. I know that she won't get to close to me because she doesn't want me

to rub off on her. She thinks that I'm a bad guy because I have 'slept

around' , even though I haven't done anything of that sort. President was so

adorable, and he told me everything about him. Too soon it was time for

Mira to leave. Meka wrote me a note quickly that said,

Just remember what we talked about, okay? I nodded and smiled before I

told them goodbye. Mira told me that she could try to face time me later,

but she might not be able to. I smiled and told her goodbye as well. I

sighed as I ended the call. I miss her, is that weird? I feel like I am missing

something so valuable to me. I shook my head and licked my dry lips,

where's the ChapStick? buddadadada! (LOL forget that part, sorry!) I put

my phone on its charger and decided to go on a bike ride. I decided that I

couldn't because Angel was sick, I couldn't leave her here. I grabbed my

iPod and my head phones and played my favorite music. Music helps me

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