We were laying in bed laughing about who knows what when she turned to me and looked into my eyes. We stopped laughing and continued to stare at each other. Her eyes were a deep green and her lips were so kissable and inviting that I leaned in and gave her a long kiss. She quickly wrapped herself around me, kissing back hungrily. Her lips tasted of strawberries and that made me wonder what the rest of her tasted like. I pushed her on her back and started sucking and kiss down her neck to her collarbone and back up. She moaned quietly, grabbing at my hair when I started to nibble on her sweet skin. I went back to kissing her lips muffling her moans and I slipped my hand under her shirt, running it up her smooth stomach, to her lace bra.
A loud beeping noise jolted me awake, making realize it was only just a dream and I was alone, sweaty and flustered. As I got ready I started to think back to that dream. I shouldn't be dreaming of things like that. I'm a very straight, innocent girl and I haven't even talked to this girl so why am I having such naughty dreams about her. I threw my book bag over my shoulder and started my short walk to Skylight High School. I walked up the steps to the school slowly, not wanting to start my day just yet. I caught myself thinking back to the dream while I walked down the hallway, not quite thinking where I was walking. I was quickly pushed out of my thoughts, or let's say I pushed someone over, and it just happened to be that same girl I was just thinking about.
I stuttered as I started to apologize to her, picking up her things,” I'm so sorry. I was stuck in my head and didn't realize where I was walking.”
I pulled her back to her feet and she said,” It's fine. I should've been watching too. I'm Danielle. I get you're eager to shake my hand but can I have it back?”
I looked down at our hands and blushed profusely, letting go of her hand quickly. “Sorry. I'm Pattyn. Honestly I’ve been wanting to talk to you. You look like a great friend to have.”
“Well thanks Pattyn,” my heart fluttered when she said my name,” I'll give you my number and we can talk after school. As long as you don't faint or something.” Winking mischievously, she wrote her number on my hand and touched the tip of my nose before smirking and walking down the hallway to her class. Damn that was cute. I've never been that close to her before; she was surprisingly much taller than she looked from afar and she smelled weirdly of some kind of cologne. I shook my head and continued walking down the hallway to my class. The day dragged by slowly while I thought of what to say to this girl. I can't just tell her I had a dream about her. I'm not even like that. She's probably not either. We're just gonna be friends so I need to stop worrying about this. When it started to near the end of the day I grew more and more nervous of what I was going to say to her and how I would start our conversation.
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