"____ it's time to get up!"
"Okay, Aunt Shay!" You call out as you woke. You get up and do your daily routine. Once you're done brushing your teeth and putting on your uniform you walk downstairs.
"Good morning, ____." Your aunt calls out to you. She just finished putting your plate of breakfast on the table.
"Good morning, Aunt Shay." You say cheerfully. You sit down and smile. You loved your aunts cooking!
"Oh! Good morning, ____. Hope you slept well."
You turn to see your uncle. "Good morning to you too, Uncle Dominique! And yes I slept well. Thank you."
Uncle Dominique sits next to you and pulls out his section of the newspaper . . . The funnies.
"Well . . . Look who's finally up!" You twitch a bit when you heard the remark. You turned to glare at the new comer, but when his blue eyes landed on yours, you couldn't help but smile.
"It's nice to see that you're finally up too, Shane. Care for some breakfast?" Your aunt asks kindly.
Shane smiles at you. "No thank you. I have to be going actually. A lot of stuff to do you know. You know I never get a days' worth of rest."
Aunt Shay smiles. "Yes dear I know."
Shane looks at you. "Want me to drive you there?"
You raise an eyebrow. "And risk my life? No thanks, Shane."
"Aw, come on ____!" He goes over to you and whispers in your ear. "I'll be more gentle this time."
You blush and move away from him. Almost falling out of your chair. "You idiot!"
Shane laughs and ruffles your hair a bit. "I'm just kidding. Relax."
"Easy for you to say." You mumble.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!" You sigh. "Thanks for breakfast!" You run to the door, Shane not too far behind. "Later!"
"Have a good day!" Aunt Shay calls while your uncle waves his farewell.
You and Shane continue to walk to school, since the only actual vehicle Shane owned was a motorcycle and he always-almost tried to get you killed. So you walked.
You were really happy that you get to share these special moments with him. You looked at him. He looked back at you and smiled.
Shane was very handsome. Long dark brown hair covered his head and was usually put in a pony tail. His body wasn't scrawny, but it wasn't too muscular either. He was perfect. His eyes were a deep contrast to all of it though. They were a deep dark blue. You always wondered about that. He must have some weird trait in his family. You always assumed. You looked away from him. You were almost at school.
"I'm gonna guess you're gonna run away now right?"
You shook your head but thought otherwise and nodded instead. "Yes, I have to. I'll still see you during lunch though right?"
Shane's smile almost made you melt. "Of course, ____." He gave you a quick hug.
You hugged back. "Okay! Later then!" You watched him as you ran toward the school.
Just as you turned to look where you were going someone ran into you. You fell to the ground and looked back ready to fight someone. "What the Hell was that for?!" You yell.
The boy who pushed you stopped running and went over, reluctantly, to help you up.
However when you took his hand and looked up into his strangely gold colored eyes you instantly told him your name.
"I'm ____." You tell him.
"Eric," He simply replied. He then looked behind him and started to run and for some reason you didn't want to let go of his hand. But as you did and as Shane came up to you, asking if you were alright, you had a feeling that you'd see this strange 'Eric' again.
Unfortunately . . . You didn't know how right you were.