Dear Dalia

Chapter 8

2/23/14

Dear Dalia,

Hi, it's me.. again. It's been a couple days, but I was busy I'll tell you all about it. I came back to Indiana, and Olive went home. My parents anniversary was yesterday, and I had to study for this big test in Social studies I have to take tomorrow. Now that I'm back I have to face school again. I'm just glad this is the last year of high school, everyone is annoying. I should probably get back to studying.. I hate Monday tests especially the first period of the day.

I'll love you forever and always,

Phoebe Stella Keaton

        God this test is hard. Umm I'm not sure I'll just pick "C". I'm lucky this is multiple choice otherwise I'd be screwed. Only four questions left. "B, E, D, C." the kid behind me whispered. "shut up!" I whispered back. I still copied what he said to end my headache. God this day needs to be over. I can't wait for Sam to come over later.

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    "Hey Sam!" I yelled frantically. "Yeah?" he practically fell into my room. "Where's my phone?" I asked while throwing my pillows on the ground. "I'm not sure. I'll be right back the popcorn is ready!" Sam's enthusiasm scares me. "SAM I FOUND IT!" I yelled into the hall. He came back with the popcorn and a fork.. "umm.." I was confused to see popcorn with syrup on it. "It's so good! Try it!" "No thanks go eat your syrup popcorn somewhere else, not on my bed." "Fine I will." he whined with a childish grin. After 10 minutes he came back. Something had obviously happened because he was acting different. He was smiling and staring at me. "What?" I screeched. "Nothing I just realized how beautiful you are and I can't believe I have you." "What did you do?" that was my initial reaction. "Nothing. I was watching TV in the living room, and these models came on the screen. I realized that's ugly, why does any guy like that when they could have a beautiful, hilarious, smart girlfriend like Phoebe."  I just sat there staring at him confused on if that just came out of that gorgeous mouth of his.

Sam's POV

        "Pheobe?" I asked thinking I said something wrong. She slowly slid off her bed and walked up to me with no words said. She looked up at me. " I love you." She whispered. " I love you too." I whispered back. Then she grabbed my face intensely bringing her lips to mine. I lifted her up onto the bed hoping for more. She pushed my chest back with both of her hands. " Sam, no I'm not ready for that it's too early anyway. I love you, but I don't want to lose you because we rushed into this." She said inches away from my face.

Phoebe's POV

        He nodded his head and started to walk out of the room before I stopped him. "Sam?" I whimpered and brought a smile to his face. "Yes my love?" he said sarcastically. " Get your booty over here and finished what you started. Didn't your parents teach you that?" " Yes ma'am" he rolled his eyes playfully.

2/24/14

Dear Dalia,

It's my mom's birthday today and I have no idea what to get her. You were always good at picking gifts. I suck at it. I'll just get her flowers and a picture frame. It has to be cheap considering I haven't worked in a very long time. Don't laugh at me babysitting is hard. Well I better get going, so I can get mom's present.

I will love you forever and always,

Phoebe Stella Keaton