Sweet as Sugar, Crazy as Hell

Chapter 7: Dreams of the past- THE SHIPS!

"What?!" She exclaimed.

"Like I said, even you can't read what I feel, and neither can I." I sighed.

"You mean you're confused on what you feel about Oliver?" She asked, confused.

I pouted then nodded, then giggled, then sighed again.

"You're stressing out. You should go to sleep." Kylie told me.

I nodded and yawned. I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep the instance I did.

"One, two, three, four- uhm... five, six, seven, eight, nine- hm... ten! Ready or not, here I come!" I hear Travis say.

I bit my lip to prevent me from laughing.

Travis is never good at hide and seek.

"Found 'ya!" Travis exclaimed.

I yelped in surprise and was about to roll off the hill but Travis grabbed my wrist in time.

"How did you find me?!" I exclaimed, standing up properly.

"Because I am amazing!" He exclaimed.

I sat down on the grass, "You're lying."

"It's true, and I also have future vision." He lied again.

"Stop lying. We both know future vision doesn't exist. And if it does, you would've predicted that you would lose." I growled.

He scratched his head, "I may or may not have cheated."

I stood up, "I knew it! Hmph, you liar."

I was going down the hill but took a wrong step on my way down.

"Dayana!" Travis yelled and grabbed my wrist.

I fell on my butt and scraped my knee while Travis sat next to me.

"Are you okay?" Travis asked me.

I started to cry, "Ouchie!"

"Where?" He asked like the big brother he is.

"On my knee! Trav, make it not owie." I said while I put my hands on my eyes.

"Shh, it's okay. It's okay." He calmed me down.

"It's not okay, stupid. Can't you see I have blood?" I said and hit the back of his head.

He glared at me, "I'm gonna call mommy and daddy. Stay here."

Oh yeah, sure. I'll stay here in a hill you dragged me to in a middle of a forest with an injury and risk being kidnapped.

Mommy was right, I have a huge imagination for a four year old.

"Hi." Someone squeaked.

I looked around and saw a boy, about the same age as me.

"Hi." I replied.

"You have a scrape." He told me, pointing to my knee.

"I know that." I replied.

He went over to me and sat next to me. "Left or right?"

"What?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Left or right?" He asked again.

"Right." I said.