"I wonder what Vaughn meant by, 'Tomorrow is a new day. I can't wait'.
"That means he probably plans on kissing you."
"..."
"What's wrong, Annie?"
"Oh, she has the 'voodoo' with the 'love'," The Witch Princess Teased, using a heavy Mexican accent.
"English?"
"She feels insecure and jealous about how you're having better luck than her, Bella."
"Oh... Well, Annie, you have to break out of that prison, and find the true you! You've gotta unleash you're feelings! You have to- ow."
Bella tripped on an indent in the wood tile, laughter escaping her like a popped balloon.
"Wow, Bella. Does pain to you feel like a tickle?"
"..."
"That was suppose to be funny, Annie! Jeez! Do you have no sense of humor?"
"..."
"Come on, Princess. Lighten up."
"No."
Bella hopped over to her bed, unable to fight any longer with the Witch Princess.
"Witchy, if you want to fight with someone, go bug the Harvest Goddess."
"Oh great, Vaughn really is starting to rub off on you."
"Shut up."
"Well it's true!"
"Can you two quiet down? I'm trying to sleep."
"Sorry, Annie."
"Fine."
That night Bella had reclined on her bedside, daydreaming about how she wished her future to be like. Without even trying, she had come up with the perfect scenario.
It was she and Vaughn laying in the meadow on a bright, sunny day. The grass smelled fresh, and birds chirped soundly. There was a slight breeze, and Bella's hair flew all over her face. Vaughn brushed her hair behind her ear, then looked worriedly into her eyes.
"Vaughn, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing... Just nervous, I guess."
"About what?"
Vaughn gave a light snicker, then attempted to turn his attention away from her. Bella smiled, and as he glanced back at her, did the same.
Without hesitation, Vaughn leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly against hers.
