Chapter Eleven

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Chapter Eleven:  Streets of Italy


(Eleanor’s POV)


            I woke up to Charlie yelling. Only he wasn’t yelling he was sound asleep. I walked over to his bed and tried to wake him up. I could still hear him yelling. Even though his lips weren’t moving.


I said loudly.

“Charlie wake up.”

He turned in the bed, but I could still hear him yelling.  Charlie’s, eyes shot opened and looked at me.

“What time is it?”

He asked yawning.

“It’s eleven.”

“Jeez really?”

“Yeah, why were you yelling?”

I asked.

“I wasn’t yelling.”

“Yes, you were!”

“I was having a nightmare, but I wasn’t yelling, maybe you’re a mind reader.”

He said.

I just laughed, what a silly thought.

“What do you want to do today?”

He asked.

            Charlie rolled back over in the bed and buried his head in the pillow. His thick black hair was getting long, almost to his shoulders. I ran my fingers through it, and he groaned.

“I love when people play with my hair. I don’t remember when the last time someone did play with my hair. ”

He said laughing.

He rolled over in the bed and I saw his face. He grabbed my arm and pulled me on top of him, I was surprised he usually wasn’t this forward. I looked into his eyes, that were peering into mind. Our faces were really close. My nose was touching his. I closed my eyes and waited for him to kiss me. But I felt him move under me and kiss my cheek. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was smirking.

“I’m not going to kiss you yet.”

He said.

I rolled off of him and went into the bathroom to get ready. He got out of the bed and walked over to the bathroom door. I was washing my face. He knocked on the door.

“You know everyone is going to think we’re a couple.”

He said.


I asked.

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