A Dream Come True

Just Talk!

     I woke up the next morning feeling sick to my stomach. I couldn't get over what happened last night- I almost kissed him! It sounds like a good thing, but it's not, maybe if I was two years older than what I am it would be, but for now it's not.

     I got dressed in a camo crop top sweatshirt, put on grey stretch pants, black converse, and put my hair in a messy bun- I wasn't feeling it today. I ate a piece of toast, then brushed my teeth.

     Later that day when I was watching T.V, I got a call from Devan. I was surprised, but I ignored it, I couldn't bare to talk to him, especially after what happened last night. I started feeling guilty, but kept watching.

     It was 3:42 now, and I was still so gloomy. My family was out exploring, so I was home alone. Then, I heard a knock at the door. Me being, well, me, I looked out the window to see who it was, and to my surprise, it was Collins. I let out a sigh of relief. I opened the door and let him in.

     "Um, hey," I said in an unwelcoming manner, "What brings you here?"

     "We really need to talk," he said, sounding alarmed.

     "What's up?" I was concerned.

     "Today I went to go check on Devan, he wasn't  coming out of his room all morning."

     "Okay..."

     "And he wasn't in there, and the worst part is, his window was open," a tear rolled down his cheek.

     What have I done, I made Devan run away, just because I was being stupid and wouldn't talk to him. What's wrong with me?!

     "What happened last night?" he asked.

     "Why do you think this has to do with last night?"

     "When he got home last night, he was acting so sluggish, and depressed. What happened?"

     I explained everything, and burst into tears. I couldn't believe myself, what i had done. Collins comforted me, it was nice, almost like the big brother I wish I had.

     "Shh, its okay, its okay," he said calmly, "We'll find him, don't worry."

     "Okay," I said, choking back tears, "Lets go."

     We checked everywhere, we couldn't find him, I almost broke down. Until I remembered something. Last night Devan took me to a little spot on the beach apparently only him and Collins know about, I had an idea.

     "Collins," I said sternly.

     "Yeah?" he asked.

     "Last night Devan took me to a place on the beach that apparently you and him only know about. Where is that at? I don't remember the way."

     "That's genius! Lets go!"

     We made it there, but right when we got there, Collins took off- I was set up. I looked around and saw Devan sitting on a picnic blanket, with a picnic basket set right next to him, I can't believe these guys.

     "Care to join me?" he asked.

     "Not really," I practically mumbled.

     "Won't you just talk to me?" he sounded concerned, almost like he cared about me.

     "Devan, after what happened last night, you know I can't do this."

     "Please, just give me a chance."

     I hesitated, "Fine."

     "I know last night was unintentional, but..." he hesitated too, "Do you think we might have something?"

     I froze. Does my celebrity crush, Devan Key think we might actually have something. This was a shocker. I didn't know how to feel, what to say. I liked him, did he like me?

     "Umm, Gabby?" My nickname. I hadn't heard him use my name before, it made me tingle. I thought about running, but I knew I shouldn't.

     "Uhh, well, I-I, umm, it's just, I don't-, I fe-, it's, I-" he kissed me, just to cut me off. I wanted to back away, but I couldn't, it felt so good, so right, but so wrong at the same time. I didn't know what to do. We kissed for what felt like forever. Then he backed away.

     "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know what else-"

     "You're right, Devan, I think we might have something."