CHAPTER UNO.
It was one of those days where you came home from a seriously frigid rainy day and you just want to cuddle under an incredibly warm blanket and snuggle tight with a good book; while sipping on some rich steamy hot cocoa. That’s what I exactly did. I made my hot cocoa with the special powder my aunt from Kansas sent me and added my favorite tiny rainbow marshmallows into my bright red mug that had Mickey Mouse in a Santa suit. I put the red and black plaid knitted blanket over me, layed on the brown leather couch, and opened my book to where I left off.
I read about a couple chapters, hot cocoa always gives me a warm feeling inside my stomach; with my eyes pretty tired and my stomach feeling warm as if I was near a fireplace, my eyes shut close and I fell into a slow deep slumber.
“Baby, you ask me what love is, and I still don’t know the answer to that. All I know is that love is what you and me have, and nothing more or less than it,”he said with his arms wrapped around my wasit as his seductive hazel eyes were locked onto my deep black eyes.
He looked into my eyes with his head kind of back, his eyes filled with nothing more than curiosity, waiting for my response. I honestly did not know what to say, what he said to me was beautiful, pure beauty indeed. I can’t beat his response, and he knows how much I hate losing, but in this situation it doesn’t really matter right? I looked down, and hesitated . I looked into his eyes,”They always say, love is patient love is kind, it’s definitely true. They left out one thing although, love is us. Love is what we’ve been showing each other ever since we’ve met.”
He smiled that genuine smile of his, that smile that instantly caused you to smile yourself. He kissed me gently and moved a strand of hair behind my ear
This is so corny, I thought to myself. I felt guilty thinking this, because this is supposed to be a romantic moment. All i could do was smile though, it kind of felt retarded.
Suddenly I felt an annoying constant tapping and shaking on my shoulder, “Wake up, wake up!” It was my annoying older sister. I rubbed my eyes, and then turned towards her giving her my ‘bad look’ for waking me up.
“What do you want?” I questioned her with attitude.
“Where’s that red silk dress you borrowed from me last month that kind of falls to about your knees I think?” she asked.
I looked up thinking a bit, remembering I wore that dress to the eighth grade dance. “I’m pretty sure its in the back of the right side of my closet somewhere.”
She nodded then walked away. I rolled my eyes at her as she turned around, and then flopped back down on the couch. I placed my arms behind my head and shut my eyes. I felt upset that that dream wasn’t true. I miss him, my first love.
2 years ago