Next morning, I woke up wondering if everything was just a dream. If all that happened last night was just a fever dream that I always wanted but never had.
Tobias.
He was all I could think of that morning. And while thinking of him, I couldn't help but smile. I knew I looked ridiculous, smiling while laying down on my bed and staring at the wall.
I kept thinking about the kiss we shared. His soft lips that I always stare at since I've had a different feeling about him. To tell that I was happy was an understatement.
Eventually, I got up on my bed, pushing off Tobias from my head. Yet it was impossible. How could I not think of that one handsome man?
Dad and Clara were on the table sipping their coffees when I arrived at the kitchen.
"Morning." I said.
"Morning, son." Dad smiled.
"Did you come home late last night?" Clara said.
I rolled my eyes. "Good morning, Clara."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Not that late." I reached for a mug and poured coffee to it.
"You sure?" she said.
"Yes, Clara. I keep track on time." I didn't actually. I never paid attention on time. I took a sip from my coffee, completely forgetting the fact that I hate it.
Clara gave me a look and shrugged.
"Where were you last night?" Dad said.
"Just with Tobias." It slipped off before I know it. Dad smirked and dropped his attention to the newspaper he's reading.
"You seem to hangout with that guy a lot lately." Clara said.
I shrugged. "So?"
"You never stay out late like that with Alvin."
"That's because I'm at his house by those times." I never finished my coffee. I threw the rest to the sink.
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Elliot
Teen Fiction[Unedited] College freshman Elliot doesn't care much about the world. School, video games, smoking, skateboarding: his life revolves on those things only. He is put into a miserable episode when he had his break up with his girlfriend. But then he m...
