Chosen One

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Hayley's POV –

As we drove up to our home, we noticed all these people and news vans near the entrance of our driveway. People were cheering for my mom, waving and holding up signs that said she was an American hero. I couldn't help, but beam with pride. When we finally made it into our driveway, the four of us got out and started waving at everyone. Walking through our front door gave me a sense of a relief because we were all back together again.

Mom slowly looked around then before we knew it, she had dropped to her knees and began sobbing. All of us followed suit by dropping to our knees and empathetically comforted her. Since my mom loved playing basketball, we all decided to go outside and play a little two on two. It was the ladies versus the guys. As much as I really didn't care for basketball, I still wanted to spend as much time with my family as possible even if that meant doing something I wasn't really fond of.

Mom joked about being better than dad even after coming back from the dead while I sarcastically asked where we got our competitiveness from to Alex. He sarcastically replied that he had no idea. I played as long as I could physically stand it and then I told them that I was out and headed for my bedroom. Soon as I stepped into the familiar space, I put on "Caught on Fire" by the Holmes on my record player then sprawled across my bed on my back.

As my body sunk into the silk purple sheets, I grinned while looking up at the ceiling. My mind began to replay all the events of the last couple of hours. I found myself thinking about the inevitable love triangle that I never expected to be in. Leo professing his love for me and Daniel kissing me was confusing, but also flattering.

I couldn't help, but smile when thinking about them both. I got up to look out my window and watched my family still playing basketball. There I realized I wanted some company and knew exactly who I wanted next to me. I slowly walked over to my bed and pulled out my Louie. I hesitated for a second contemplating my decision, but then mustarded up the courage to send a text that asked "Feel like dropping by?" Not regretting my decision, I felt a warm sensation come over me which made me smile and blush a little.

Before I knew it, I got a response and he replied "Sure." I felt all giddy inside like all teenage girls do when they have a crush. Knowing that I wanted to look my best, I started to apply some lipstick on my lips and a little bit of foundation to my face. After I was satisfied with my work, I walked over to my closet and pulled out a couple of options to wear. I wanted to look girly for once other than the dance of course, so I grabbed two dresses.

One was an all-white spaghetti strap dress that had ruching over the bodice and then flared out a little at the bottom. The other dress was a tank top dress that had a graffiti looking pattern, several different shades of blue and was trimmed in black. I held both dresses up to my torso as I looked at my floor length mirror to see which one would look better. I grinned as I thought about his reaction to seeing me in one of these dresses.

I wanted to take his breath away and for him to stare at me with passion in his eyes. The white dress seemed much sexier and I felt like it would get his attention so I decided to wear that one. Since my hair was already slightly curled, I just ran a brush through it to make sure all of my hairs were in place. I put on some strawberries and cream body butter, deodorant and sprayed myself with the matching scent to my body butter. Once I was done primping, I quickly jumped into the dress I picked out and slid on some matching heels. Just as I had finished dressing, I received a message on my Louie saying "I'm almost there."

I began to grow anxious with anticipation so I decided to sit and wait on my bed. Suddenly I heard a car pulling up to my driveway so I went to my window to see if it was him. There he was getting out of his car, making his way up the driveway to my front door. Trying not to make myself look too eager, I sat back down on my bed and waited patiently for him to ring the doorbell. "Ding! Dong!" There it was, the sound I had been waiting on.