Foster Girl

Awkward Silence

" So what'd you do if I asked you right here, right now under the stars, surrounded by your favorite food, your favorite songs and a breathtaking view to be my girlfriend?"

Truthfully I didn't know what to say but I think my cheeks said enough as they were tainted with a dark shade of red. I practically looked like a tomato.

He looked at me expectantly as if the answer he was awaiting was the solution to an extremely hard math problem.

"Well I'd say"

"You'd say?" he pondered

I never got to respond because......

I immediately shot my eyes open from that little scene that was playing on in my head just not too long ago. What the hell I asked myself. Since when did I have those type of dreams?

I mean of course it's 100% for growing hormonal teenagers to have dreams like that and even more exciting and liquidy dreams if you understand what I'm trying to put down. Yes,that was absolutely normal just not for me.

Most of my dreams were usually ended with my mother and I in some kind of place where my murder was gonna happen it's just that when I'm about to die I suddenly wake up and come back to reality.

The funny thing about all this is that while in my little dream I could see clearly who the Boy was that was asking to be my boyfriend but now? I can't even tell you what color clothes he was even wearing. I remembered one thing though his hair it was greasy or like he used a lot of hair gel. Strange.

Today was Saturday and like usual Miles and I go out on Saturdays so I guess I'd be meeting up with him later since he usually chooses where were going. We didn't make any plans though because after we visited Nicole I just came home, took a shower and went straight to bed.

I sat up more in the bed letting the small ray of sunshine coming in from outside beam unto my face. I looked around the room and when my eyes landed on his bed there he was I was utterly surprised.

Not because Jonah was up early but he was just sitting there looking at me as if he'd been doing it for a while. Almost like I was the most interesting thing in the world to see. It was strange but it wasn't in a crazy creepy stalker way.

"Is there something on my face?" I mused at him wanting to hear his reaction.
"Nope" was his answer just plain and bland "nope."
"Then why are you looking at me like that" somehow he must have found that offending because he got up off his butt before scoffing and exiting the room.