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Chapter 7

I woke up in a sweat. My heart was pounding. The constant visual in my head was a reminder of the terrible dream that I had just woken from. My lungs couldn't seem to get enough oxygen to them. My chest was rising and falling as I tried to relax myself. Every time that I closed my eyes, I would relive the terrible night with Scar.

It'd been so long since I had those nightmares. I didn't want to go back to the times when I could barely walk or talk without reliving that terrible night. I didn't want to be comatose again.

I ran a hand through my curly hair, finally relaxing enough to gather my thoughts. I looked over to my bedside table and saw that my alarm clock was displaying 4:58am. I mentally rolled my eyes at how early I had woken up. Damn you dream! You're depriving me of a good night's sleep.

I threw my legs off of the bed, relishing the feeling of the cold wooden floor on my toes. I stood up and stretched the kinks out of my body. I figured that if I got ready quickly enough, I could eat a decent breakfast, and maybe continue some of my sketches before Seth and Mr. Clearwater showed up.

Thinking about Seth put my mind at ease. He was so nice. He was nothing like the snobbish boys I went to school with back in New York. He was thoughtful. He actually listened when I talked to him instead of just staring at my chest.

"Every tear is a! Every tear is a! Every teardrop is a WATERFALL!" My phone started to blare my ringtone, signifying that someone was calling me. I winced in pain at the sudden intrusion on my silence. "Hello?" I answered, my voice sounding raspy. "Good morning, sunshine. I hope you're awake." I smiled at the voice on the other line. My cheeks were starting to hurt from the constant smiling I was doing.

"Yeah, I just woke up actually. Are you guys on your way?" "Yeah, we're almost ready. I just wanted to make sure that you were up and ready." I laughed. "Define ready." He joined in on my laughing. "Well, you have around twenty minutes to become my definition of ready." I started walking to my closet, picking out my usual fishing attire. The best thing about being height challenged, most of my clothes still fit from when we initially bought it.

"I only have twenty minutes and you're eating it up," my voice extra whiney. "Well, by all means, continue on your timed adventure. I'll see you in a bit." "Wait!" I yelled into the mouth piece, my voice sounding extra desperate. I really liked Seth's voice and I didn't want to wait another twenty minutes to hear it. I decided to drag this out.

"Do you need my address?" "Nope, we already know the way." I gasped in false surprise. "Are you stalking me, Seth Clearwater?" His laugh was genuinely attractive. 'He's younger than you! Younger than you' was going through my head like a mantra. "Yeah, while you were sleeping, I stood outside your window and watched you." "I stay on the second floor," I said through giggles. "I can fly." I tried to suppress my laughter, not knowing if I'd accidentally wake up my family.

"I hope my pet dragon didn't try to attack you. He's not really welcoming to random flying beings around my house." "Yeah, he wasn't really all that bad. After I showed him my amazing dragon slaying techniques, he kind of backed off." "How did you learn to slay dragons?" I started undressing so I wouldn't be unprepared when they finally showed up.

"I've seen Sleeping Beauty 137 times. I kind of learned that way." "Oh, really? That's so masculine of you Seth." He started to laugh. "There was a prince and a dragon in the movie. It was a total action flick." "So, the sleeping princess with her three fairy god mothers was just a side story to the real plot?" "Absolutely! Now you're catching on." I giggled.

I glanced at the clock and noticed the time. "Damn you, Seth! Why are you so insistent on eating my time?" He started laughing uncontrollably. "It tastes so good." "Well, you're just going to have to deal with not getting any of it. I still have to get ready." I smiled, knowing that I was the one at fault for the wasted time. Well, I guess it wouldn't be considered wasted time. I would waste my time on him. "Ok. See you in a bit." "Bye."

I hung up the phone and sprinted to the bathroom. Thank god that I knew that I'd be running late and took a shower yesterday. Kudos to my amazing premonition skills. I brushed my teeth and my hair at the same time. My hair curled back up to its normal curly self. Realizing that this was a lost cause, I gave up and put my hair in a ponytail. I finished brushing my teeth and ran back to my room.

As I was reaching for my shirt, my face reddened. I had gone out into the hallway in my bra and panties. Thank god that Nate didn't wake up. That would have been an awkward situation. 'Huh? I totally forgot that I was in my bra and panties. I was too busy talking to this guy on the phone to notice that I wasn't adequately dressed.' That would surely earn me another "talk" with Amber.

I shuddered at the memory. Amber's constant usage of the word "condoms" will forever haunt me.

I put on a normal white t-shirt with a black tank top underneath it. I then threw a red and black plaid shirt over my white shirt. I put on my blue skinny jeans and my blue converse. I had officially gotten ready before Seth got here. I did a silent happy dance.

I stopped mid-fist pump when I realized that I had forgotten my eyeliner. What's a recovering emo without their eyeliner? A nobody, that's who. I ran to my makeup bag, grabbed my eyeliner and got to work applying it. I loved how my eyes looked with the eyeliner. It made my green eyes pop. My dad would say that with my eyeliner on, I was a kiwi. My eyes were the actual fruit and the eyeliner was the seeds in the kiwi that made it look more appetizing.

There was a knock on the front door. I took one last glance in the mirror before I skipped down the stairs. I almost tripped and died, so I decided that I should cease the skipping and hold on to the railing. I opened the door to see Seth's bright smile. I loved that smile.

"Do you realize what time it is? You can't knock on the front door so loudly!" I playfully scolded him. His smile faltered slightly. "Sorry, but I figured that this was "knock on door" worthy." I raised an eyebrow waiting for him to continue. "Where's your neighbor Tortellini?" I smiled softly, still kind of confused. "You mean, my neighbor Totoro?" "Yeah, you're neighbor Totoro." I rolled my eyes. "No, it's my neighbor Totoro." He bunched his eyebrows together, obviously confused. "Yeah, you're neighbor Totoro." "No you have to say, my neighbor Totoro." He started to laugh. "I just said that. I just said, your neighbor Totoro. Why are we arguing?"

We both laughed, forgetting my house was filled with slumbering beings. "Ok, so what about MY neighbor Totoro?" His smile grew. "I found someone that can fix him for you, if you want." My eyes lit up. I felt as if someone had come to my door, giving me a giant check with a ridiculous amount of money.

"Seriously?" I asked still in shock. He nodded his head, his light brown eyes sparkling. If my cheeks were sore before, it was nothing compared to how my cheeks were feeling at that moment. I was smiling so much, that it felt like the corners of my lips were trying to reach my forehead.

Without a single word, I ran up to my room, grabbed Totoro from the corner that I had placed him in, and ran back to Seth. I held my arms out to him, giving him Totoro. He analyzed it, twirling him around in his hand. "What did she do to him?" I bit my lip, not wanting to remember the event at all. "Umm, he took a swim in the toilet. That's all I know."

He gave me a somber look. His eyes were apologetic and his lips were forming a frown. By the way, his frown was way worse than his smile. "He's got a little tear on his ear, also." He said, trying to gauge my reaction. "I'm really sorry about this." I rolled my eyes at him. "It's hardly your fault. Unless you were dunking Totoro in the toilet as well." He shook his head. "But, she did this because of me." I slapped his arm playfully. "You can't help that you're cute."

The minute that the sentence left my mouth, I wished that my throat would close up. I couldn't believe that I would say that. I couldn't believe that I did say that. The smile that I loved so much, started to show up again on Seth's face. "You think I'm cute?" 'He's too young for you! Pedophile!' I shuffled my weight from one foot to the other.

"Oh crap! I almost forgot my fishing pole! Can you imagine how terrible that would have been? What kind of person goes fishing without a fishing pole? I'll tell you who won't go fishing without a fishing pole! Me, that's who! You go outside, and I'll just go get my fishing pole for the amazing fishing trip that we're going to go on." I rambled, trying to ease the awkward tension that I had created.

He didn't move, his smile only growing. I ran to the hall closet and grabbed my fishing pole. "What are you smiling about?" I scowled at him. "You think I'm cute." "I meant that Melissa thinks you're cute." He started to chuckle. "You didn't say that you didn't think I was cute." I tore my eyes away from his penetrating gaze and looked at my fishing pole.

"Seth, how much blunt force do you think is necessary to poke the eye out of its socket?" He took the hint and let the topic drop. We both started laughing at the awkward moment, glad that it was over.

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