This isn't like my other stories. This is an OC co-write with Gloxinia. This chapter was written by me and all of the characters in here are mine. I own them. Anyways, I hope you like :)
(Kalinda's POV)
I wake up suddenly, gasping for air. I've been doing this about every morning since I turned 16, which was about two weeks ago.
I get this really weird dream. I'm in a bright room, but it has no effect on my eyes. I feel warmth all around me, but I'm not hot. Then he shows up. A little boy. He has shaggy blonde hair and golden eyes. I feel like I have some kind of connection with him. It's like I've known him forever and we've been best friends since kindergarten. You know that feeling? Or maybe you don't, but still. He always looks at me intently, and then starts saying mumbled words that I don't understand.
After that, he'll shine brightly, like an inner light is turning on. And this inner light. I don't know how to describe it. It engulfs him and then comes towards me, but I don't run away. I stay put.
It's like I am one with the light. Then I wake up. But everytime, I can't help but wonder who that little boy is. Or what the dream was about. And, now, I'm asking myself it more and more. And everytime I wake up, the sun is rising. Does the time I wake up have anything to do with the dream? I don't know. But it feels like it.
What am I suppose to do? Not sleep. It's not that bad to wake up at this time, but I'm beginning to get tired earlier. I'm just glad schools out for summer break. I don't think I would be able to go to school and not be tired. The waking up isn't really what I find the problem. The cause. The cause is the problem. The reason I wake up. The dream. I'm absolutely sure that if I wasn't having this dream every night, I wouldn't be waking up this early.
I swing my legs over the side of my bed and stand up. There is no point in trying to fight it. I get some clothes together and take a shower.
Once I'm done, I put on the clothes. I now wear, my everyday, yellow camisole with white booty shorts and white ankle strap sandals. I also have on yellow dream-catcher-like earnings and a yellow american-indian style necklace.
I get my bright yellow brush and start brushing through my straight, layered, dark brown hair that's about butt length.
Once I'm done, I look in my mirror. My deep chocolate eyes shining. My clear olive skin glowing brightly.
I go over to my dresser and get my white sunglasses. I put them on top of my head before heading out of my yellow-themed room. I walk down the halls silently, trying not to make any noise.
Once downstairs, I get a piece of paper and right down that I'm going out for a little. I leave the paper on the coffee table where my parent's are bound to look. I walk out the door and down the street.
There is only one person I know that wakes up this early in the morning.
Doug.
We've been best friends since second grade. He has short brown hair and he has these blue eyes that can make anyone melt. He usually wears army pants and a white T-shirt.
I walk up to his house and up to his balcony. I knock on the doors and wait. He soon comes out looking like he's been up for about twenty minutes.
"Hey, what you doing here?" Doug asks.
"I had the dream again and I wanted something to do," I say walking into his room and sitting on a bean bag.
"So you came here?" he asks playfully.
"I always come here you smart ass," I say laughing.
"I know," he says and sits on his bed. "So what's up? Get anything out of the dream this time?"
"No. It was the same thing again," I tell him.
"Oh," he says.
"Yeah. So what now?" I ask.
"You wanna be friends?" he asks, catching me off guard.
He knows that I know exactly what it means. There is a song by Emily Osment, it's our favorite song, and it goes "Let's be friends so we can make out." We made a deal that if we ever wanted to kiss someone, we would ask them if we want to be friends.
I've never really thought of Doug in that way. Well, he is hot, and I know everything about him. He has an awesome personality. I want to kiss him. But do I like him? I know I've had a crush on him a while back, but do I still? I still see him with the same eyes, and feelings, I guess I just got use to them.
I don't say anything. I just look at him and think about my feelings. "You don't have to if you don't want to. It's just a question, but I would like an answer," he says.
"I... I don't know," I say.
"It's ok," he says. "I thought you wouldn't want to."
"I didn't say I didn't want to. I said I didn't know. I don't understand feelings. You should know that," I say.
"I do. But I didn't expect you to know your feelings. I expected you to know what you want," he says.
What I want? I never thought about that. I want to kiss him. "I... I think I know what I want," I say kind of nervously.
"What?" he asks.
I get up and go to him. A look of nervousness on my features. That's something we share. Nervousness. But he's more... how do you say? Confident than me? I don't know, but he has always been the more... courageous one.
Once I'm in front of his face, I bring my lips to his and kiss him. He kisses back immediately, and before I know it, we're making out. This... I don't know how to explain it. It's like the whole world around us isn't there and we're the only ones. It's... pure bliss.
We both pull away at the same time, panting. "That was..." I try to explain what I felt but I can't get the word out.
"Amazing," Doug finishes breathlessly.
"Yeah," I say. Our eyes find each other and before I know it, we're making out again.
After, what feels like, 40 minutes, we break apart and lean our foreheads on one another. A few minutes into the make out session, I had sat on his lap and straddled him.
"So, does this mean that we're friends?" he says playfully.
"No," I say leaving him with a confused look. "We're much more that that," I say with a smile.
"I like that," Doug says.
All of a sudden, the door opens and Doug's dad walks in. "I thought I heard noises," he says.
"Hey dad," Doug says.
"Hey, what's going on in here?" he asks pointing to the two of us.
"Nothing much," Doug says.
"If you're going to do anything, make sure your mother can't hear. You know how she'll get," his dad says.
"Okay, we'll be sure to 'keep quiet'," Doug says and his dad leaves.
"Your dad is awesome," I say.
"Yeah," he says starting to kiss my neck. He nips and sucks on it.
"What am I suppose to tell my parents if they see a hickey?" I ask.
"Well, just tell them your boyfriend gave it to you," he says.
"Boyfriend? Hmmm... I like the sound of that," I say and we both laugh.
"You wanna go somewhere?" he asks.
"Like where?"
"Umm... how 'bout the beach?" Doug asks me. We live in New Jersey near the Atlantic Ocean, so we go to the beach often.
"Sure, I'll have to go home and get my bathing suit," I tell him.
"Okay, let me get changed, then we can go," he says.
"OK," I say and wait for him as he get's his trunks and goes in the bathroom and changes.
When he comes out in only his army swim trunks, I stare at him. I've seen him before without a shirt, but I've never really noticed what he looks like. I didn't even know he had a six pack!
"You looks like you've never seen me before," he says jokingly.
"I've never really admired you," I say and we laugh.
"Okay, let's go," he says.
Once we get to my house, I change into my white bikini with yellow polka-dots. It's new so he's never seen me in it before. I walk out of the bathroom, and to him. "It was an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini that she wore for the first time today," Doug sings.
"Oh, shut up," I say.
"But it is small," he says.
"Whatever," I say. I get my sunglasses and put them over my eyes. I get my beach bag filled with all the necessities that we'd need and go downstairs.
"We're going to the beach," I tell my parents.
"Okay bye," my dad says.
"Have fu-" my mom starts but then stops. "What's that on your neck?" she asks.
I look in a close-by mirror and see that Doug had left a hickey. I guess I jinxed it when I told him they might see. "Oh... that's a hickey," I say. No point in lying.
"Who gave you a hickey?" my dad asks getting protective.
"My boyfriend..." I say.
"Who is he?" my dad says practically screaming.
"That would be me, sir," Doug says. He's always the gentleman and get's along with my father quite well.
"Oh. Then that's okay," my dad says calming down.
"Well, bye," I say and run out the door before anymore questions could be asked.
"At least he's ok with it," Doug says.
"Yeah, if it was anyone else, I'm afraid he might have ripped their head off," I say and we both laugh.
When we get to the beach, we lay our stuff down and run into the ocean. I make sure to take my sunglasses off first.
After a few hours of playing in the water, laying on the sand, and making out, we decide to go back.
As we walk up the sandy hill, we see my best friend coming toward us. "Kalinda!" she says.
"Emina!" I say and hug her. She is small with long hair in a braid that goes past her butt and she looks at me with caramel eyes.
"Is that a hickey?" she asks pointing to my neck, totally ignoring Doug's presence. I don't say anything. "Oh my god! It is! Who? Give me the details!" she says.
"Well, Doug. We're going out," I tell her.
"Aww!" she says. "Sorry. I'm interupting a date. I'll leave bye," she says winking at me then running away.
"She's going to tell everyone isn't she?" Doug asks.
"Pretty much," I say.
We walk back to his house, make out a little more, and then we decide that it's late so I walk back to my house. I change into my pajamas which is a white cami with yellow stars and black booty shorts. I lay down on my bed and recollect the memories of today.
Today? Today was great!
But little do I know what tomorrow will bring.
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