A/N: So, it's been a looong time, like a super long time, since I've written a story. I've been so busy with school and homework and stuff...blah, blah, blah...but now that it's summer time, I've basically got no excuse. So I find myself sitting in front of the computer at about 2am with nothing to do, and here's the result:

They lay in the middle of the bed, but slightly more towards the left. They were curled together, as if their folds were shaped just to fit perfectly with each other. He stroked her long blonde hair, and she squeezed his hand. They stared into each other's eyes, smiling. He ran his hand from the back of her head all the way down to the small of her back. She felt a tingle go up her spine, but did not let go of his hand, fearing if she let go, he would disappear. With her other hand, she reached up and touched his face. She traced from his forehead to his chin in one swift movement. Slowly, she pulled her hand down and cupped it over his, still on her back. He glanced at her, and she knew what he meant. She nodded slightly. Slowly, she lifted her hand off of his, and his fingers began working at the clasp of her bra. She felt it loosen, and pulled one strap down while he did the other. As her bra fell forward, he started to pull his shirt over his head. She let go of his hand and ran both of hers up his smooth, warm chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and gently pressed her top half up against his. They stayed that way, folded together, knees bent, and looked back up at each other. She stared into his beautiful brown eyes, and felt a sense of security…safeness…that she felt with no one else. She opened her mouth to speak, but he stole the very words right off of her tongue.

"I love you," He whispered, and leaned in. His dark hair brushed softly against her face, and their lips were millimeters away…

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

Lilly sat up with a start. Shit, she thought, recalling the dream.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

She slammed her fist down on the alarm clock and dragged herself out of bed. Only when she got to the bathroom did she realize how hot she was. Her face was bright red, and her forehead dripping sweat. Lilly grimaced, and started the shower. After a moment, she climbed in. Within seconds, she was lost beneath the cool water that soaked her hair and ran in streams down her smooth skin.

Lilly grabbed a few makeup items, applied them, and stepped out of the bathroom, her hair wrapped up in a towel on top of her head. She made her way to her room where she threw on a pair of jeans and a tank top. After blow drying her hair, she tied it in a high ponytail and let her bangs hang loose at the side of her face.

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They lay in the middle of the bed, but slightly more towards the left. They were curled together, as if their folds were shaped just to fit perfectly with each other. He stroked her long blonde hair, and she squeezed his hand. They stared into each other's eyes, smiling. Nervously, he ran his hand from the back of her head all the way down to the small of her back. She did not let go of his hand, but with her other hand, she reached up and touched his face. She traced from his forehead to his chin in one swift movement. Slowly, she pulled her hand down and cupped it over his, still on her back. He shivered slightly, and looked into her eyes. She nodded, and he took her permission. When she lifted her hand off of his, he began working at the clasp of her bra. When it came loose, he helped her with one of the straps. The bra slid off and lay between the two of them. He started to pull his shirt off, and smiled at her touch. She let go of his hand and slid both of hers up his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and gently pressed her top half up against his. They stayed that way, folded together, knees bent, and looked back up at each other. He looked up at her, and noticed she was looking back. He studied her soft blue eyes, and a smile played across his lips. He was about to speak, but she did first, stealing the words right from his tongue.

"I love you," She whispered, and leaned in. Her blonde hair brushed softly against his face, and their lips were millimeters away…

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

Oliver sat up and wiped his forehead. He remembered the dream, and sighed. Damn it, he thought.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

He pressed the off button on his alarm clock, and jumped out of bed. He made his way into the bathroom and ran a cold shower. He stared at the blank wall, unable to get the dream out of his head, though he'd had it several times before.

When his hair was dried, and he'd thrown on a pair of denim shorts and a red and white shirt, Oliver grabbed his backpack and headed out the door.

A/N: Yes, yes this's a very short first chapter, and doesn't give much away. But keep reading, it'll get better... I promise. :) Comments, questions, concerns...hit the button :]

Do it.

You know you want to.

It's right there.

Come on, it won't do any harm...

Alright, I'm gonna stop antagonizing you, but seriously, do it. It won't hurt. Tell me what you think so far. Next chapter should be up soon. Planning on finishing it, or at least getting a good head start on it, before I go to bed tonight. Thankss guys, :]