My Dream Guy

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      CRASH! Parker ran into my bedroom and yelled, "Saraya, you alright?"

      "No!"

      "What happened?"

      "You'll see when you walk into the bathroom." Parker walked in and started laughing. "It's not funny, Parker!"

      "You're lying face down in the shower, it's pretty funny."

      "Help me up, asshole." Parker smiled and walked towards the shower. He grabbed my sides and lift me up to my feet. He then closed his eyes so he wouldn't see my body. "Parker, open your eyes before you crack my ribs more." He opened his eyes and looked at me. He laid me down on the bed. I covered myself with my sheets on my bed. 

      "That was interesting, you are surprising;y light, you alright though?"

      "I'm good, a little bruised though."

      "How did you fall?"

      "I was shaving my legs and I slipped."

      "Interesting, there are no razors in there. You wanna tell me what you were really doing?"

      "I was taking a normal shower and I got a little dizzy."

      "Put some clothes on." I grabbed a pair of booty shorts and a Metallica hoodie. I followed him to his room, he kept watching me. I sat on his bed. He looked at me with this sexy smirk. He laid down on the bed. I laid down beside him. He leaned in, so did I. I felt his soft, warm, pink lips on mine and I realized this is the kind of love I've been waiting for. 

      I pulled away eventually because it was still hard to breathe with my cracked ribs. He realized that and he just laid back next to me. "Saraya, I love you, I know it's kind of sudden but I really do love you."

      "I love you, too, Parker." He pulled me closer to him and I hugged him. I hadn't realized what time it was. It was about midnight. I was going to the races tomorrow to help someone with their car. Someone as in Michael. He broke the axles and needs new rims put on plus he wants a new paint job and I happen to be great at art. "Parker I better go to bed because it's midnight and I told Michael I'd meet him early tomorrow at the track to help him fix his car."

      "Ok, gnite."

      "Gnite."

      I went to my room and changed into some black and white booty shorts with a rose on the bottom left corner and an AC/DC  t-shirt. I laid down painfully and thought about Parker. He really loves me. I thought I had a connection with Michael, I loved his kids. He's 25, though. I was posing as an 18 year old who dropped out of high school to fulfill her dreams of becoming a NASCAR driver. I even came up with a fake birthday, April 4th. Stop thinking Saraya, you love Parker, get your shit together. I stopped thinking and went to sleep.

      I woke 2 hours later and couldn't go back to sleep. I went to Parker's room to make sure he wasn't awake. He was sleeping, God he was cute.I went back to my room and slipped on some jean shorts with rips in them and a crop top hoodie that was really big on me so it wasn't really a crop top. I grabbed my car keys and phone and raced out to my car. It looked so clean in the driveway because it's been a week since I raced, I can go back next week but they don't need to know that I'm driving now. As long as Parker's not driving were all good, well he busted his car he can't drive anyway. I got in the car and started the engine. I floored it because I didn't care anymore about my neighbors. I went to the track. I started racing around because no one was there and I knew a sneaky back entrance where I could get my car in. Each time I went around the track I felt so alive.