Chapter 1...A Night Full of Moments

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"I..."
I look at him expectantly, hoping for something, needing to feel his soft hand against my own
"Want some tacos, do you want some?" Anthony says nervously.

I sit up instantly, seeing dark all around me and only a ray of light from the moon. I realize I am in my bed, sweating from the same dream I have been having the past few months. It may not seem like a lot, but to me, this dream is the death of the friend ship (or maybe something more) between me and my best friend I've had my entire life.

Anthony is not your typical jock or geek or any other stereotypical thing you could call him. He is just...Him... With his soft brown eyes and his midnight black hair. His features are just too perfect. He may seem intimidating at first, but once you get to know him, he is the kindest sweetest and most innocent person you could ever meet.

Which is why this dream scares me so much.

I know that I won't be able to sleep anymore, so I go on my computer and start to watch some YouTube videos. Eventually I start to relax and am able to control my breathing without the suffocating heartache. It is like Anthony can sense when I am in need though, because the next second, he is texting me.

"You awake?" He sends me.
Even this makes my heart race. These two little words. It just tells me that he would do anything for me at 3 o clock in the morning.
"Yeah, but what are you doing up?" I reply trying to stay cool.
"I was trying to sleep but you keep commenting on my YouTube videos XD." I start to feel frantic again. I look at the computer and realize that I WAS doing that. How stupid of me to try to see his beautiful face without him noticing.
"Wow that is super embarrassing." I say (why am I still trying to act super cool!!!)
"No, don't be. I think it is cute that you support me." Anthony says. This confused me. He has never told me anything about my looks or me being pretty or anything. If anything it was the opposite where he was joking around. Does this mean something for us?
"AWWWWWW thx." I say in complete and udder disbelieve.
We stayed like that the whole night, talking, sleeping, dreaming of kissing (maybe that was just me). It was so perfect. I wish it could stay like this forever.
"You know we have to go to school tomorrow right?" I say to him, even though I don't want to stop texting.
"Yeah, I do. It is just really nice to text you 😀."
My heart flutters for the millionth time.
"We should probably get some sleep." I say. Who am I kidding, it is 6 in the morning now there is no reason.
Anthony says goodbye and I debate on whether or not to send him this text...
"I love you."

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