♥♡ Deep In My Heart ♡♥

The Boy

'Who is that?' Was the only question running around in my mind. Why did I react to him like this? What magic did his ocean-blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and muscular figure hold? I can't believe I even noticed all of this in a few seconds! 'Stop it Corrine, it's just the devil', I kept repeating to myself. I couldn't help but look back at him from the sides of my eyes. When his angelic eyes met mine, my heart melted into some chocolatey gooeyness and heat flared up inside me again. Most of the bus ride was pretty much my body giving me wierd reactions like this.
I was thankful to god once I got home, at least those reactions were over. I still had to deal with the aftermath though, 24 hours constantly thinking about him, (even in my sleep). Ugh. I entered my house and plopped my cross-body on the bed. Then I quickly changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants. From all that tension, my head bursted with ache, so I decided to take a small nap.
'Rose petals were everywhere, candles were set on the floor in a heart shape around me, there was soft music playing and it had a romantic feel to it. Then suddenly I appeared. I was wearing a long illusion, sweetheart open back, red dress. It had rhinestones embellishments around the neck, waist, and in the back. Opposite to me, a shadow appeared behind the red chiffon curtains that were flying everywhere. It was hard for me to exactly recognize who it was because of the dark but he seemed very familiar to the boy in the bus.'
I jerked myself up from the bed, straining my back. I knew I was going to dream about him, but not in a setting like that. I was just expecting his face to be floating and everything in the background would be plainly black. This was taking me by surprise. I couldn't imagine myself in a setting like that with him. Was I falling in lo.. NO, that's not possible, I mean I bareley know him and come'on I'm only 14. What do I even know about love?
When I got out of my trance, I heard pots and pans clashing into each other. Instantly I knew my mom was home. I felt really bad for her; She works eleven hours daily and then comes home to do two more hours of housework. It just takes the life out of her. I wish to help her more, but the best I can do is keep the house clean by vacuuming, dusting, and laundering the clothes. These chores weren't hard but she says it helps her a lot. I followed the delectable smell to the kitchen and noticed my mom making her best dish of all, chicken pot pie. A 50ft. wide smile stretched across my face and I took her into a warm hug.
"Hey Hun, why don't you set the table and then call your father. Dinner's about to be ready in five minutes."
"Okay, mom."
I set the plates, silverware that was wrapped in napkins, glasses, pitcher, and the dish.
I skipped towards my parent's bedroom to call my father. I gently knocked on the door and called out, "dinner's ready!"
A few minutes later Dad joined Mom and I at the dining table. We all thanked god for the food he has blessed upon us and started eating.
"How was your first day of school today?" Dad asked.
"It was nice. I made a new friend, Stelle Martin." I replied.
"But don't get to close to her Honey. You don't want another Mellony in your life." Mom reminded.
"I'll be cautious." I replied.
Mellony ruined my life. I always thought of her as my best friend forever and ever and ever, but NO, I was wrong. She used to copy me in everything, but I ignored it thinking that she was inspired. We even had best sleepovers and road trips together. The only friends I had were her and books.I have the same feeling with Stelle like I did with her. I don't want Stelle to betray me the way Mellony did. I can't stand another heartbreak.
We all finished dinner silently and then gathered in the living room. It was a 'tradition' to watch the news every night. The 'tradition' was enforced by my dear dad who wanted me to be aware of worldly affairs so that i'm not dumbfounded whenever anyone decides to hold a boring conversation about it. My father was not strict, in fact he loved to joke and was in a jolly mood all the time. He always wanted the best for me, and that is what triggered all the rules and restrictions. My mother on the other hand, was really strict. I was not allowed to get any grades below 95%. Which means no T.V (considered time waste by her), no hanging-out, and only study, study, study. My life was very boring. The only fun in it was fanatical, in other words, my dreams. I have seen the most eccentric dreams ever, thanks to my imagination.
I finished watching the news from which I recalled absolutely nothing due to my absent mind, and went to my room. I started reading a book but I couldn't concentrate. I switched the lights off, and snuggled in my blanket to absorb the heat. Will I see him tomorrow? Are you serious Corrine? You're still thinking about him? Calm down, this is not what you go to school for! I erased all my thoughts and shut my eyes to be met with complete darkness. What will tomorrow bring for me?