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"AHHHhhhh..." I wake up with a scream that bleeds into heavy breaths. I see a light come on outside my room and footsteps sound till a shadow stands outside my door. I can picture him, hand poised about to knock. Ultimately he decides not to check on me. Well that hurts. I close my eyes and pull the covers over my head, letting images of bronze skin and caramel eyes chase away the haunting images accompanied by words I didn't understand. Words spoken by me.
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"...I guess if you really think that'll- Jade!" I smile uncontrollably as she spots me, all but forgetting the troubles of this morning. "Hi." I respond before shes crushing me in a hug. Thin arms leave my waist while she kisses me chastely. She turns back to Lane to finish their conversation but I'm not done with her yet. "I think it will-" "Hey..." I shake her lightly in my arms and her attention shifts. "I have an idea."
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I could die here. With her arms around me, my face buried in her neck, I could die. Soft strands of brown hair surrounding me, warm breath rustling my own, I'm ready. How could it possibly get better than this?
Earlier this week I invited her to sleepover today, Friday. At school this morning she tumbled out of her sisters car with an extra bag and tossed it into mine with the biggest smile on her face. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed tight, telling me how excited she was.
After we got here and I gave her the full tour. We almost made it through the whole house before my dad skulked out of his office at the sound of two voices. He gave me the craziest look before stuttering out "Who-who's your friend?" I don't blame him for being surprised. I never bring friends to my house. But Toris much more than that, she deserves to know me.
"Shes Tori, my girlfriend." I replied before continuing our walk through the house. I had to physically move Tori along to keep her from properly introducing herself. She was a little irked at that but when I told her it was for the best she reluctantly forgave me.
After that I showed her my room, the entire basement. It has a subsection that serves as my actual bed room, but the whole floor is mine. It has a mini fridge and a microwave, a couch and a Tv. Even a little bathroom. It keeps me from bumping in to my dad. It was his idea, but not a bad one. I like having my own space. It prevents the sitcom-esque interruption of parents whilst cuddling your girlfriend through a horror move.
I just chuckle while she jumps at scares I've seen a thousand times. I don't even have to see the screen to know whats going on. The little girl looks in the mirror and scream in 3,2,1...
"Grroonk..."
Well I wasn't expecting that. Was that a snore? Did she fall asleep during one of the best horror movies of this decade?! I'm shocked, offended! I'd be more offended if it wasn't so cute, but still, were gonna have to work on this. But for now, I snuggle further into her neck and resign myself to sleep.
"...eres tan hermosa..." Oh my god. "...y es tan caliente aquí..." Oh my god. She talks in her sleep. She speaks Spanish in her sleep. "...me encanta..." I'm in love. Should I wake her up? I hover over her. Tori, beautiful and smiling, even in her sleep. I press my lips to hers. "...uno mas..." I laugh and do it again, more firmly this time.
When I pull away she blinks a few times before opening her eyes a sliver and grinning up at me like an idiot. A gorgeous, gorgeous idiot. "Mmm, gracias." She hums. Yup. Love. I cup her jaw and trace its edges with my thumbs, and my eyebrows meet on my forehead. "You're so cute." I tell her. "I'm anything but cute." She says in a voice I assume is supposed to be me. "I don't talk like that." I snap, and she laughs.
She sits upright, stretches, yawns, grows more confused the more she wakes up. "Did I miss the movie?" She asks, fixing her little doe eyes back on me. "Who cares? Tell me what you were dreaming about." I answer playfully. She blushes and looks away. "Uh...why?"
"Cause I don't speak Spanish, now spill." Her face turns even redder. "I was talking in my sleep again?" She asks petulantly. I nod and push her back down on the couch and lay on her again. I hook my hands behind her knees and pull them up on either side of me, keeping her close.
"Was it about me again?" I ask hopefully. She bites her lip and nods slowly. I've had some dreams about her and by the few things I could understand they might be in line with each other, and definitely something I wanna here about. I trace the column of her neck with my nose and feel her swallow.
"Tell me about it."
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