"Ashhhh!! Kizzy exclaims as I fall backwards on her bed laughing "I swear it's true!" I exclaim "what are you two screaming about?" Chris asks, walking into her room and we look at each other "she said on bus 11 the guys have to sit in the back and the girls in the front with a seat in between" "why?" "Because last year a girl gave a guy a blowjob on the bus" I say casually and he gives me a strange look, causing us to burst out laughing again.
Around 2AM, we finally go to sleep and I have a strange dream..~~~~~ ~~DREAM~~~~~~~
I'm walking home from the park in my usual, skinny jeans converse and a t-shirt and some guy starts following me...
He leads me to an abandoned alley where he shows me an experiment he's working on. He has a guy chained to the wall. He explains it's harmless and he wants me to try it out... Then it clicks! This guy, whoever he is, is a murderer. He's murdered the guy chained to the wall and now he wants to murder me! I start running home and he chases me. He, somehow, gets in my house before me and grabs my shirt. I do the first thing that comes to mind and take my shirt off, leaving me in my skinny jeans and a bra, and I take off running down the street again. I try turning down an alleyway but he's at the end, I try turning around but a girl is there and there's guys on both of my sides. I'm trapped. There's nowhere to go.~~~~END OF DREAM~~~~
I wake up in a cold sweat, wrapped in Crawford's arms. Kizzy's beside me and Chris is standing in the doorway. "You okay?" Crawford whispers, tucking a few loose hairs behind my ear before kissing my forehead.
Last Summer I Gave You My Heart
The Very Next Day
You Gave It Away
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Last Summer
Teen FictionLast Summer I Gave You My Heart The Very Next Day, You Gave It Away