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“I love you too Adam” I said holding his face, he leaned in for a kiss and my heart raced. This was perfect. The perfect moment. In front of everybody everyone would know that he’s everything to me. And our lips danced with each other…
“GET UPPP!!” I heard someone yell, I rolled over and buried my head under the dark pink pillow
“WAKEY WAKEY!!” the male voice seemed. My bed rocked and moved violently.
“Ugh” I groaned I threw the pillow off my head and sat up my eyes still closed.
“I was having the perfect dream you idiot” I cried finally opening my eyes I rubbed them and yawned.
“Well it’s 6am! Time to get your skinny butt up!” the dirty blond boy said continuing to jump on my light pink sheets.
“Luke, please!” I pleaded “Stop jumping!”
“Not until you get up” he showed off his perfectly straight teeth.
“UGH!!!” I groaned, struggling to stand up on the shaking bed.
“GET OUT!!” I yelled lunging at him, He caught me by my arms and slung me off the bed, I landed in the purple beanie chair with a ‘oh’ escaping my lips.
“Your so full of it!” I yelled struggling to get out of the hole that I had created in the soft material.
“Ha ha, and you need to put on pants” he grinned and hopped off my bed.
“It’s my house I can walk around naked if I want” I told him.
“Psh, I’d like that” he smiled and walked outta my room.
“You are a perv!” I yelled after him
“Thanks” I heard him say as he slid down the banister. I stood up and stared at myself in the mirror. My hair looked like a rat’s nest and I could use some foundation. I sighed and walked down the hall to my brother’s room.
“Caleb, Luke woke me up again. Tell him to stop jumping on my bed” I plea ed to my big brother who was spiking his hair with a light blue gel.
“I’m his best friend not his mom” he said staring into the mirror
“Some big brother you are. Your supposed to protect me, not let jerks into my bedroom to wake me up” I told him
“Emma, chill. He’s just playing. You have the quarterback of the football team in your bedroom each morning. Do you know how many girls would want that?” he asked
“None, not if their gonna be a butt face” I murmured
“Whatever get dressed. We have to leave in like an hour” he told
“Fine” I sighed, I showered and got dressed in a brown hollister shirt with dark wash skinny jeans and brown ballet flats. I slid down the banister for breakfast.
Luke sat in the chair next to mine. I sat down and moved the chair to the oppisite end.
“Aw, don’t be such a granny” he told me
“Don’t you have a house?” I asked. The whole table got silent. Luke didn’t have a good family. His dad and mom hated each other and he only saw his dad about once a year and his mom often stayed out late partying and drinking he often had to go pick up her at the bar and nobody ever talked about the subject since it was so sensitive.
“Emma” Caleb said “What the heck is wrong with you?”
“Sorry” I murmured. Luke nodded and stared at his cereal bowl.
“So Emma, are you excited about your junior year?” my dad asked
“Yes, very excited. I think I move up to co-captain of the drill team” I grinned
“Very exciting” my mother commented. I smiled.
“OK, time to go” Caleb said. I took my bowl to the sink and grabbed my large dark blue shoulder bag.
“Bye daddy, bye mom” I called as I left.
“Okay, where’s my helmet?” I asked looking at the 2 shiny black motorcycles that were parked in the driveway.
“On Luke’s seat” Caleb announced
“Caleb, I’m riding with you right?” I asked
“No. I don’t even wanna look at you right now. That was so rude. Your riding with Luke. That is if he lets your ride with him.” he said walking over to the shiny black piece of metal.
“Luke, can Emma ride with you?” Caleb asked. My head whipped around and I saw Luke look me up and down.
“Yeah” he said
“Please Caleb” I pleaded.
“No, go get on or your walking” he told me. i stomped my foot and slid the black helmet over my head. I hopped on the back of Luke and wrapped my arm around his waist.
Is this one any better?
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