Wishing Hours

Chpt.1 The Spark~

Capella never really recalled having many friends. She would spend most of her days locked in her room thinking endlessly into the void. Not realizing that valuable days were passing her by. When she did go out however, she dreaded it with everything in her. Her feet would drag the ground and her lips were turned downwards. She hated everything for the most part, nothing every really seemed to give her genuine content. Until she met Percy. Well until she made up Percy.
A boy taller than her with fine blonde hair, with brown eyes and a couple freckles scattered here and there. He wore glasses occasionally, but didn't ever wear them that often a lot because it just wasn't his preferred choice in fashion. Witty sarcasm fitted his personality well. Percy never really stayed serious about anything. Until he had a reason to. And that reason was Capella.

(6:30 am)

Beep*

Beep*

Beep*

With a groan Capella raised her hand and dropped it down in her alarm clock silencing it's deafening rings. She rolled over to face a boy. Percy. She sighed and took in every perfect edge and nook of his face. Not trying to be creepy she'd look away every now and then. Faint grumbles could be heard coming from Percy as he flipped sides. Capella slid out of bed slowly not to wake him up. She headed straight for the bathroom. Her face wash was laying out as a daily reminder to keep her skin clean: afterwards she figured she'd go lay back down. She walked in hoping to find her spot un-taken and just how she left it. Instead she noticed Percy, with his brown eyes pouring into hers. She paused and blushed at him, whilst never breaking eye contact. "Scoot over." She said eagerly with a smile on her face. He replied and reacted scooting over so she could slide in next to him. "Your warm." She said scooting up against his chest. Burying her face in his neck, not long before dozing off.

Beep*

Beep*

Beep*

With a groan she hit her alarm clock. But instead of flipping over to wake up to Percy. She instead awoke up to her pillows and blankets jumbled in a pile on her bed. "Great." She mumbled. Five more minutes I just wanted five more minutes. She thought before getting up to wash her face.