*The next morning*
I woke up with a real bad headache, I don't really know why but I went downstairs anyway. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I went to the kitchen. I was making pancakes and I turned around and saw a dark figure with a knife in its hand. I started running, but the figure was faster, so it soon caught up to me. It was about to stab me. I was screaming so loud.
I got up early the next morning so I could make breakfast for me and Amanda. I was in the middle of cooking some bacon when I heard screaming.
"No! Get away from me!!! Someone help me!!"
I ran up the stairs to Amanda's room and hugged her while she tried to calm down. I'm guessing she had a bad dream, because she was also crying.
I woke up screaming because of a bad dream. I heard someone run up the stairs, and it was Luke.
He hugged me while I cried, trying to control my breathing. "It's ok, it was just a bad dream" Luke said trying to comfort me. I just hugged him tighter, not wanting him to leave.
"Crap!" Luke said running down the stairs. I got up to go see why Luke was running.
When I got halfway down the stairs I smelled smoke. So I quickly walked down the rest of the steps.
When I got to the kitchen, I saw that my stovetop was on fire. Luke ran to the restroom, grabbed a bucket of water and poured it all over my stove.
The flames died out instantly, leaving my stove completely ruined.
"That was close." Luke said. "You owe me a new stove, and anyway what were you doing?" I said, still in shock.
"I was trying to make you breakfast before you woke up, but clearly that didn't work" Luke said, disappointment taking over him.
"I think I'll just go home, I have caused enough trouble anyway." Luke said as he walked to the door.
"Wait! Don't go, I'm sorry." I said hugging him. "I'm the one who should be sorry, and I really should be getting home." Luke said as he lightly pushed me off him, walking out the door.
I felt bad, leaving her like that, but it was for her own good. I decided to go to Michael's house, because my parents were always fighting, and I really didn't need that right now.
When I got to Michael's, I knocked on the door for a while, before he finally opened it. I saw that he was still in his pajamas, so I must have woke him up.
"We have to talk, can I come in?" I asked. "Whatever." He said groggily, while rubbing his eyes. I walked in and sat on the couch. "I messed up big time" I started, telling him everything. Even about my crush on Amanda.
"That's really bad, man." Michael said, understanding the situation I was in. "Do you want me to talk to her?"
"You'd do that for me?" I asked a little unsure. "Yeah, I'll go right now. You can stay here if you'd like." He said, walking out the door. Leaving me still sitting on the couch.
As soon as Luke left, I started crying. I don't know why, wait. Do I have feelings for him?! No! This can't be happening!
All of my thoughts were jumbled up in my head and I couldn't think straight. Through my crying, I heard a knock on the door.
I got up and slowly opened the door, seeing that unmistakable red hair, I knew it was Michael.
"What's wrong?!" Michael asked as he began to hug me. "I think I have feelings for Luke." I said, tears forming in my eyes.
He wiped my tears and I hugged him tighter. "It's going to be ok" he said, gently kissing the top of my head.
'Whats taking Michael so long?' I thought to myself. I got impatient, so I decided to go find him. I got to Amanda's house and I didn't bother knocking, so I just walked in.
When I stepped inside I saw Michael and Amanda hugging on the couch. They both looked at me. "Luke, I'm so sorry." Amanda said, getting up to hug me.
When Luke came through the door, I didn't know what to do. So I just told him I was sorry, and got up to hug him. He just stood there not hugging me back.
"Luke, we need to talk." I said walking to the couch, motioning for him to sit next to me. He reluctantly walked over and sat down next to me.
He looked at me as I told him that I liked him. When I was finished talking, Michael looked at Luke and said "Dude, you have nothing to lose. Just tell her!"
I looked at Michael, then back at Luke. "Tell me what?"
"I like you. I always have since the first day I saw you. But I never got the courage to tell you, I thought beating you up everyday would help me get over you. But my feelings for you have never gone away." Luke confessed.
"So with that being said. Amanda, will you go out with me?" Luke asked, scared of what my answer was going to be.