~*~*BAYLOR'S POV*~*~
4:30 AM
How does one sleep looking so beautiful? She is in the crook of my arm all nice and warm. This is where she belongs; with me. She belongs here, where I can take care of her, where I can love her, where I can be her everything.
As I was taking in this beautiful sight beside me, I knew that I should get ready; there was a long day ahead of my sweet angel and me. I got up, chose a casual-looking suit that I thought Savannah might like, and some boxers. Then I went into my bathroom and turned on some light music and took a shower. When I was done, I quickly got dried and dressed, and headed down stairs.
~*~*MAX'S POV*~*~
There was no way for me to know that we would end up like this, Carley wrapped in my arms, her head on my bare chest, our legs entangled. This felt so right, yet I felt like there was something wrong. As I heard my phone vibrating, I picked it up off the night stand to see that it was an alarm. 4:30? Wait-I didn't set an alarm.. Maybe Carley did.. But why on my phone and not hers?
Oh well, since I am up, might as well take a shower and get ready. I went in search of my clothes and take a nice long shower, letting the warm water cascade down my bare skin. After I was finished I went out to see that Carley was no longer in bed, and nowhere in sight.
~*~*CARLEY'S POV*~*~
As I was walking around the White House at 4:45 AM, I realized it is very easy to get lost. Finally I found the kitchen, large and filled with all the up-to-date cooking gadgets. I went to the fridge to see it full of food and condiments.
"Ahem-uhh Carley is it?" I turned around to see President Baylor, "Yeah we don't mess with the staff's work. You should probably either go back upstairs, or go to the dining room. It's just through that door over there. Move along." He shooed me out of the kitchen as if I were a child getting in trouble for bothering an adult.
I walked into the dining room, and as I was admiring the long hickory table in all of its beauty, I saw a small table next to the window. It was made mostly of walnut, but I think it also had pine, because it was set up like a checker table. The pawns were made of cedar, stained two different colors. I went and began to set them up, three rows on one side, three on the other. I sat down in one of the rocking chairs, and-
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Mr. President
Teen FictionWhat happens when Savannah Grace, a teenage girl from a small town in Kansas, is personally flown in to Washington, DC to live with her dad? Well that's what you will find out in this story. The idea is not original. I got the idea from Lindsay( 19...
