His Rebellious Nerd

Reveal Your True Colors

One week later

Waking up can be really harsh, especially if your dreams are better than reality. The saddest part of it is, though, that eventually even the memory of your dream will fade. If you are even lucky enough to remember it that is. Then you're left with this lonely feeling of detachment, left to explore in the empty void of emotions, the only proof that you ever had the dream to begin with.

As cheesy as it sounds,I dreamt of Cayden... I dreamt of us.
Perhaps it would be nothing more than a dream.

Slowly and reluctantly, I uncover my face. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again. Streaks of sunlight penetrate the window and blind me. I sit up, drag my feet off the bed, and rub my knuckles onto my eyes. I stretch my arms above my head and yawn.

That's weird mom did not drag me out of bed today.

Very very weird.

I get up but my foot gets swaddled in my blanket causing me to trip but I quickly place my foot foward, balancing myself before i faceplant the floor.
Ouf!

Wait. Did I just avoid the floor!?

Yassss. That's the first and probably last time ever.

Ground: 897262528293

Me: 1

I fist pump the air in victory. Hey maybe today is going to be a good day.

"Munchkin?" I whip my head so fast that i bump into his chest and my head rebounds back to hit my lamp which falls on my foot. I bit the insides of my cheeks to hold back the banshee scream on the verge of spilling out of mouth.

"Ahhhhh! What the hell Cayden?" I yell whilst rubbing my broken crane.

"Woah Easy Clumsy!" he chuckles snaking an arm around my waist to prevent me from falling.

"There's something called privacy you know. You are supposed to knock before coming in"

"Your parents said that the doors are always open for me" he smirks.

"Well that's my door" i point out.

"Its your parents house" he states matter of factly.

I roll my eyes.

"Get. Out" i say sternly.

"What if I don't?" he challenges.

"I'll kick your ass out"i deadpan.

"That's just an excuse for you to touch me ass" he smirks.

I blush deep red.

"S-shut up!" i smack him lightly on his shoulder and push him out of my room and lock the door behind me.

I hurriedly brush my teeth and quickly take a shower. I pull my hair up into a ponytail because i never let my hair down.
I change into my baggy hoodie and jump to pull my jeans up.

"Amy! Your food is getting cold!" mom shouts from downstairs.

"Coming!" i shout back and race down the stairs to fill my growling stomach.
I'm so hungry, I could eat a horse right now.

Wait

What's that i smell?

PANCAKES!!!

I jump down the stairs, skipping steps only to witness a scene leaving me traumatized and heart broken.