Not So Hopeless Romance - Temporarily On Hold

Chapter One-Dare...

     "Jess." I heard an all-too-familiar voice whisper in my ear. "Jessie, wake up."

    "Go away," I had all but groaned, shoving my face deeper into my pillow.

    "Nope, we have to get ready."  The voice said again.

    "No, I don't wanna." I half-whined, my words muffled by the pillow.

    "Don't make me do it," the very same voice taunted, louder. "You know I will."

    "Don't you dare," I growled, knowing very well what would happen.

    "One. . ."

    "Just five more minutes." I pled.

    "Two. . ."

    "Please." I groaned.

    "Three!" All of a sudden, my blanket was ripped off the bed and I was immediately rolled onto my back. I rested my arm over my closed eyes, protecting them from the light.

    "Really, Dani? You couldn't have given me five more minutes?" I asked my best friend, Daniel Anderson.

    "Nope." I could hear his smile. "We have school. You wouldn't want to make us late on our first day now would you?"

    "Me? Make us late?" I laughed. "Yeah right, I only take like, five minutes to get ready. You, on the other hand, you are the one that makes us late. Don't put that on me. Now give me my blanket back." I held out my free hand.

    "Nope. Not gonna happen." He said before grabbing my extended hand and pulling me onto my feet. I stumbled but caught myself. Not what I was asking for.
   
    "Not nice," I muttered, blinking to adjust my eyes to the light.
For the first time that morning, I got a good look at my best friend. Daniel Anderson was taller than me by a good few inches; and by few inches, I mean I only reach his shoulder. With soft brown eyes, high cheekbones, a sharp jawline and straight, white teeth, he's any girls' wet dream. His personality just added to it. His darker-than-night hair wasn't long, but not short either. It was a bit on the messy side, like he had just rolled out of bed. Which he probably had. He was already dressed in blue jeans and a gray shirt that did wonders for his fit form.

    "Come on, Jess. Get dressed and come downstairs. I made breakfast." He said, smiling.

    He had stayed the night and we'd watched a few movies before going to bed. Well, he had fallen asleep next to me about halfway through the second movie, but he had seemed tired, so it was okay.

    I paused, then a sigh escaped my lips. "Fine. Just . . . get out and give me a minute."

    "What? I can't stay?" Even though I knew that he was joking, my heart skipped a beat.

    "No, of course, you can't," I muttered, pushing him toward the door.

    He faked a pout then turned and started to walk away. "Fine then, have it your way. I will be downstairs, and if you aren't there in exactly six minutes, I'm eating your breakfast."

    "Don't you dare," I yelled down the hallway.

    "You know I will," he shouted back. Yeah, he will.