MIGUELS POV
"AND WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Tulio roared when I walked back, my head with filled with images of a slender, flame-haired dancer with the scent of roses surrounding her.
"hey Tulio! Don't take life too seriously, you'll never get out alive" I told Tulio, breezing past him. "He has a point ya know" Chel pointed out, "you sometimes act like a crazy woman who has lost her cats"
Tulio scowled "That's not the point here Chel! Miguel has no little voice inside his head! He can't go out alone! From now on, we will go with you wherever you go!" Tulio ordered.
"No! you can't!" I exclaimed too quickly. Tulio and Chel looked at me suspiciously, "why not?" Chel asked, smirking slightly. Uh oh.
"I, ur, like of be by myself! I'm not a toddler anymore Tulio!" I protested, "wait a second ..." Chel said quietly, her eyes wide.
She walked closer to me, and tugged at Rosabels scarf hanging around my neck. "What's that?" Chel asked me. "ur...nothing!" I said, blushing wildly.
Chels eyes grew even wider, "You've met someone!" Chel shrieked, waving her hands wildly.
Tulio looked like she had smacked him across the face. Yeah, you heard me, Tulio. Was . Gobsmacked.
I quickly ran to my room and jumped into my bed, and snuggled down, clasping Rosaels scarf around me, the scent of rosand surrounding me as I drifted into sleep, with a certain flame-haired girl who danced through my dreams that night.
AUTHORS NOTE:
YEH YEH I KNOW IT IS SHORT, BUT I HAD A WRITERS BLOCK ON THIS CHAPTER, AND IT WASN'T REALLY EXCITING ANYWAY.