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( Hello, Stranger )

The first thing I see when I wake up is long blonde hair.

Blonde hair that I'm sure isn't mine and my body shoots up, a little alarmed, I can't remember who the girl next to me is, or why she's here. I peer over the girl's shoulder, leaning over her and by the looks of it, she's naked. Her skin is perfect, clear and milky looking, she's way prettier then I am. I'm pretty sure we had sex, or maybe just fooled around, considering I'm naked too. I can't really help myself when I trace my finger along her shoulder, her skin is so smooth and feels silky. Why would she jump into bed with me? I'm not pretty, not like her. I jump up a little when I see her shift, she makes a sweet sound as she moves, like she's having a really good dream.

I found myself secretly hoping that she was dreaming about me.

She's moving again, this time stretching and yawning and muttering something, she's wide awake. Her hair is mussed up on the side, shinning in the sunlight and she looks a lot like an angel, all you need is the wings - it'd be perfect. For some reason I slam myself down back to the mattress to make it seem like I'm still sleeping, but I'm pretty sure she already knows. I hear her move and I can feel her eyes on me, she giggles and I can feel her sprawling herself onto the bed towards me, her index finger curling around a strand of my hair.

"Rosie?" She asks sweetly, her body pressing up against mine through the blankets while I blush at what is appearently my nickname. "Are you awake?"

She's kissing my neck.

"Yeah." I squeak, nervousness (is that even a word?) sticking in my throat like really thick flem.

"Want breakfast?" She asks and I can hear the smile in her words. "I finally learned how to make omlettes without burning them." She sat up slowly, tucking the sheet under her arms and hopping off the bed towards the kitchen like a rabbit, leaving me without something to cover myself with.

"Uh, sure." I mumble back, scanning the room, looking for my dress or some article of clothing, I can't find mine - but I can see her bright pink dress peaking from underneath my bed. I reach over to grab it, covering myself up and I walk over to her, she's tinkering with the stove and bending over to rummage for a frying pan, the blanket falls around her ankles and all I see is her creamy skin. She whirls around to face me, her hair covering most of her chest and I flush the brightest shade of scarlet when she laughs at me.

"Your so cute." She says, her fingers pinching my cheek.

I sit down and watch her cook, when she's finished she slides it on my plate and when I take a bite I try not to cringe, she put too much salt.

"Good?" She asks, her fork cutting just a sliver off for herself and holding it up.

"Yeah." I say, trying to keep from hacking violently, I convulsed, attempting to swallow.

When she smiles, it's just about enough to make my heart pop out of my chest completely. Well, almost.

"You..have to leave? Now?" I ask, my voice leaking in the slightest bit of disappointment, I really hoped that she would stay longer. I wanted to cuddle her, to be completely honest, I haven't had any romantic interaction with anyone in awhile and I spend at least the past seven minutes brainstorming about how to get her to stay another night. She already said that she had to go eat dinner with her parents, so I guess she can't stay with me. Fuck.

"Yeah, promised my Mom I'd spend time with her and stuff." She says, letting my brush go through her hair as she stares at me through the vanity mirror. "But we could spend next weekend together, if you want." She spins around of the roller chair to face me, hands clasped on her lap.

"That would be...nice."

I wonder how stupid I look right now. She doesn't seem to mind though, since she got up and kissed me. Oh god, her lips are soft and she's so warm. I cling onto her and my fingers are in her hair and I end up kissing her harder then she is me and I think I may be suffocating her right now.

It's embarrassing how she has to push me off her.

"Give me some time to breath?" She asks and my face gets a lot redder then before as I nod. She fixes her hair, which was mussed up by my fingers and I brush a little of it across her forehead and she gives me that beautiful smile again.

"Do you think, maybe you can drive me home?"

I nod, feeling a little more then sad that she has to leave, I scramble around my living room for my car keys.

My hands are shaky for some reason, I can barely maneuver the stirring wheel correctly, I can feel her eyes on me and I guess that's the reason why I can't drive right now. She looks around in my car, being nosy, looking in the backseat and then turning on the radio even though I didn't give her permission. Not like I mind anyway, this song sucks but she seems to like it, I keep looking at her and then on the road obsessively, she's caught me staring at least five times.

I follow the directions she gives me and after what feels like two hours, I finally pull up to a white house that she says is hers. I'm jealous, considering her living arrangements are definitely better then my crappy run down apartment.

"Um, So...Goodbye?" I say, unsure if I should hug her or just not do anything.

"Bye, Rosie." She says, her eyes soften up and she gets out of the car, she comes back, leaning in and kissing me again.

I practically melt in my car seat.

She leaves me and all I can do is watch sadly as her high hells hit the pavement noisily, she disappears behind her front door. I couldn't get the muscles in my throat relaxed enough to tell her how much I'd miss her. And as I drive back to my apartment, I realize something.

I think I might love her.

And I don't even know her name.

dont kill meee Jer-chan. i know you dont like yuri but dont hurt meee. :X