mythodical
Average teen guy. Average teen girl. Average cliche where he can't get the average girl. Except for prom night...
He grabbed at her hair, tousling it around his fingers, and staring into her eyes. As her neck bent back, she bit her lip, and he brought her into him by wrapping his arm around her waist.
"I love you," she cried out as he pulled her even more.
"I love you too," he grunted, slamming her onto the bed.
"And you're late for breakfast!" She yelled. His eyes opened. It was a dream.