My eyes fluttered open, seeing the sunlight beaming in through the drapes. What time was it? Had we fallen asleep? I looked beside me and saw her, still sleeping soundly. I put my arm over her body and pulled her close. She still slept like a rock, breathing heavily, dreaming. I wonder what she was dreaming about. Me? Us? Last night?
I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. It was like a dream come true. I've wanted to do that ever since I met her. Ever since I met her, I knew she was the one for me. We got along so well together, but I always thought it would just be a silly little fantasy. She'd always be just my "dream girl." But this is reality now. This is happening. I am here, and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. My "dream girl" isn't just a dream anymore. Dreams really do come true.
She shifted slightly, and opened her eyes. She looked dazed and confused for a moment before she looked up and saw my face. She smiled and rolled over to face me.
"Good morning, sleepy head," I said. "Did you have a nice sleep?"
"I did indeed," she said. Then she kissed me again. Nothing like last night, though. Just one little kiss. It doesn't matter to me, though, a kiss is a kiss. She looked over at the clock on the nightstand.
"Oh no," she cried. "We fell asleep! They're going to be so mad at me! They always want me to tell them when I leave or when I go over to a friends, even if it is just next door!" She got up and fixed her hair, which was quite amusing if you asked me. It had a bunch of knots in it from sleeping, but she still looked beautiful.
I sat up on the side of the bed, watching her fix her hair and grabbing all of her belongings. She ran out the bedroom door and I followed, struggling to keep up with her. She ran down the stairs and into the living room.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hamilton, for the lovely dinner last night," she said to my Mom. "But I really must be going. Aunt Laur and Uncle Bob are going to be very upset since I never told them where I was going last night."
"Not to worry, dear!" Mom said. "They called last night after you two fell asleep, so I told them you'd be staying here for the night. They said it wasn't an issue, and to just inform them when you'd be coming home today."
"Thank you very much, Mrs. Hamilton," Avery said. She was always so polite and sofisticate. Another reason why I liked her.
"You're welcome, Avery," Mom said. "Breakfast is on the table if you guys are hungry."
Avery's eyes widened and she ran into the kitchen. I laughed and followed her. She loves to eat. She never stops eating. She must have a really high metabolism because she only weighs about 100 pounds. She's also really short, which could be part of that.
On the table were stacks of waffles, some french toast, a plate of bacon, and two glasses of orange juice. Avery grabbed a plate out of the cupboard and placed three waffes, two pieces of french toast, and four pieces of bacon on it. I grabbed the same, and we both sat down at the table. I was about to start eating when Avery stopped me.
"Wait!" she said. "Remember when I first met you and we'd have eating contests?" I smiled at the memories of those. They never turned out well. One of us would get sick, or spill food and drinks everywhere. They were always really fun, though.
"One.." I said.
"Two.." Avery said.
"Three!" we both yelled together. We both started eating like pigs, shoving piece after piece after piece of food into our mouths. Bacon, then french toast, then a waffle, then a drink of orange juice to wash it all down. I was almost finished when I looked up and saw her plate empty. She took one last swig of orange juice and she was finished.
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What Makes Me "Me"
Teen Fiction"My name is Avery Fields, and I'm sixteen years old. I might not be outgoing, or interesting, or particualrly friendly. But you can't judge a book by its cover. I know that may sound cheesy, but it's true. You don't know me or my story, so don't jud...
