Daydreamer Love

Annabith had a horrible childhood. She was adopted. She lives in a small town with lots of French people. She's always daydreaming. She meets a boy named Cory. And she falls in love. She daydreams about him all the time. Even when she's with him.

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3. Chapter 3.

Our science teacher assigned a project, and we had a week to do it. We had to make a replica of the solar system. Cory is my partner, and we're doing paper mache.

I'm more excited about hanging out with Cory, than doing to project. When my mom drops me off I'm super excited. I walk up to the door and knock. He answers smiling.

"Hello, Annabith," he's says as I step inside. He introduces me to his family. We talk for 30 min. Then we finally we go down to his room, in the basement. The entire basement is his. Besides the store room. We walk down and he show's me a table so we can do our project. 

"Are you more excited about your partner, or the project?" I ask with a little smile.

"Well depends on what you mean," he says with a sly grin. "Excited about who she is, yes. Excited about something that she is gonna do, then I don't know. Excited that she's good at science, yes. So I'm really glad your my partner. Your cute, funny, nice, and smart. I get an A no matter what."

"You could've said yes. Make it less confusing," I say as i playfully shove his arm. I notice that I'm blushing, like really badly. I get control of my face, and ask. "Should we get started?" he nods. We start with getting the paper and glue water ready. We make small talk. When we're done with the sun, Cory take's some glue water, smear's it in his hands and. Plop, it's on my nose.

"Oh it's on!" I say giggling. Then we fight, it's so fun. We're just putting glue water on each others face's, and laughing. It's these kinda of things I love. All of a sudden Cory kisses me on the cheek. I was a bit surprised then I kissed his forehead. And we stopped fighting. I looked at him, and he looked at me. I could tell we were both thinking of kissing. But I didn't know if I wanted to, well I want to but we just made up. "Should we get back to work?" I ask breaking our awkward silence. So we get back to work on making the planets. While we're working, I start daydreaming, about me and Cory waking through town holding hands. And he leans in to kiss me. I'm so distracted I forget Cory's with me. Until he's shaking me. 

"Wake up, Anna," Cory says.

"Sorry I doze off in random times like that," I say blushing a lot. I'm embarrassed. 

"You know you made another planet, while you were sleeping."

"I was sleeping?"

"Yeah, and you made another planet. You can make planets in your sleeping. I'm going to add that to my list of things I like about you."

"Okay, whatever." And just like that we're working again.

 

The next day I go over to Cory's so we can paint. The teacher gave us a week to do it. But she assigned it on Monday, and everyone is doing it on the weekend. Cory opens the door, and we go down to the basement.

"I hope you have something to wear that you can wear over that nice top," Cory says.
"Nope, I was hoping you would have something..." I say trailing off, looking in his closet. But instead he takes his shirt off and throws it to me.

"Put this on, it was my dirty shirt. But you can use it.

"Aren't you going to put a shirt on?" I ask looking at his abs. 

"No. Why dirty a shirt, when I can always take a shower and wash it off," he says like everyone knows that. We get to painting. When we're working on Venus, I bring my brush back and paints flies into his hair.

"Oh my," I say laughing. "I didn't mean to do that!"

He flicks paint at me, "I know. And I meant to do that." I don't flick any paint back because I don't want anything like yesterday to happen again. I just look at him.

"I know," I whisper to him. We stare into each others eyes. I think of kissing him. He leans into me, and kisses me on the lips. His lips are soft, it's such a soft delicate kiss. I like it. I put my hands around his neck, and he wraps his arms around my waist. He makes the kiss more hard, and passionate. He picks me up a little. Then sets me down again. 

He leans out of the kiss and whispers, "We should get back to work." 

"I don't want to though," I say like I'm pleading. He kisses me softly on the nose and turns back to the table.

 

It was longer than the last, but not as long as I want them. I'll keep trying. I have no ideas, for the next chapter.

 

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