I Guess Some Dreams Really Do Come True

I Guess Some Dreams Really Do Come True

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Sparks are still flowing through my body from our wonderful kiss we had. It was so amazing. And now it's like we are kinda sorta dating. I get to sit with her at lunch and then after we get out of school we go to the mall. It's all going by so fast. Sooner or later she is going to be my girlfriend. ••••• I pick my phone and called him. He finally answered and said," Hello? Who is this." "Your girlfriend Haley. You know that." Who else would call him. "Oh, are you okay?" He asked, concerned. "Yeah I just want to say goodnight and I love you so much." I said. I hope he isn't smirking. He knows I like that. "You too. I'm so glad to hear your voice. I love you too baby, and goodnight." He said, knowing that I was blushing.
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I got more and more annoyed as he drove up, parked and unmounted his bike. He pulled off his helmet and shook his head, noticing me there staring at him. We just stared at each other, neither moving, neither speaking. He started to make his way up his driveway, not even bothering with a greeting, so I called out to him. "Hey! Where've you been?" I tried not to sound accusatory or angry, and I succeeded. Though I sounded more hurt than anticipated. He stopped and walked towards me. He walked kind of slowly, like he was trying to avoid me. I stood on the steps, fighting the urge to walk towards him so we could talk. Never ever did I think I'd want to talk to him, yet here I was. Once in front of me he stayed at the bottom step, not climbing up further. He said nothing and I repeated my question once again, "Where have you been?" He shifted then just replied with "Out." "Out?" I repeated, getting refueled with annoyance. "That's it? You've been missing all day and all you have to say is you were out?" "Fuck, dude, what are you, my mom? I was out! Are you trying to keep tabs on me or something?" I was angry at him, and started to feel feelings towards him that I haven't felt in months. I stepped down two steps to look at him eye level, ready to argue with him. But, rather than open my mouth to fight, I found myself staring at his tired gaze and freezing for a moment. I didn't want to fight with him, and I saw he didn't want to fight with me-at least, that was my hope. I let my glare fall and closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around him in the tightest hug I could muster. He seemed shocked, remaining rigid in my arms until I quietly muttered, "I was worried about you, jackass," into his neck. He just sighed before relaxing and hugging me back.

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