Smile

"Mia." He whispered.
"Hmm?" I moaned. The soft light of the morning making me squint.
"Last night was indescribable." He said.
"Mm-hmm." I nodded. I pressed my face farther into the bed, trying to go back to my wonderful dream full of fun and unexpected things. I met my dream guy (aha literally) in this dream.
"Mia. Wake up." He pressed my cheek. I opened my eyes all the way and stared at the boy i was laying beside.
It wasn't a dream...

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7. photogenic people suck

      "Smile." I told the little girl who sat on the stool. She gave me a wide smile with her front teeth missing.

      "Thank you." I waved her on. The next student was named Ellenoiur Jockey. She was 13 years old, and the brattiest girl I've ever met. "Okay, Ellenoiur. Can you smile for me?" 

      "I'm not a baby." She rolled her eyes.

      "I'm sorry. Smile, please." She gave a wide smile and I took her picture. 

      "This is going to my mother who lives in America. She deserves the best of the best. Let me see it." 

      Titania has a saying. What the customer wants, the customer gets, because it's usually more money the company gets. 

      "Of course." I pulled her photo up on the screen. The girl, although really snooty, was gorgeous. Her smile was perfect, and her complexion flawless.

      "Ew. Take another one. I don't like that." She said.

      "Ew? Listen Ellenoiur. There are other kids who need their picture taken." I said.

      "And I'm paying over forty dollars to get my picture taken. Deal." 

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      "I hate children." I told Kylie when I got back to the dorm room. "They think they're so great." I plopped don on to my bed and screamed into my pillow.

      "That's why I work with adults." She smirked. I flipped her off and pulled out my phone.

      "When did you text me?" 

      "Like 12:00." She folded the corner page of her book and put it on her nightstand.

      "Huh." I flipped through my messages.

Mom: call me. It's been a while

Mom: Nevermind. Too much to do today.

Mom: Did you know our neighbors a registered sex offender in America???

Mom:I feel like we should move.

Mom:Honey. Im lonely.

Mom: I love you?

Mom:RRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEPPPPPPLLLLYTYYYY

Mom: Im srry for yelling.

Harry:Call me. I miss u

 

      "I hate my mother sometimes." I sighed, reading the messages to Kylie.

      "Oh, God. I'm glad my mother doesn't care to text me." She snorted.

Mia: Hey mom. How are u. I love u 2

Mom: Im doing daddy.

Mom:Daddy

Mom: Daddy

Mom: Jesus shit! D

Mom:A

Mom:N

Mom:D

mom:Y

Mia: Lol gross.

      I read The messages from this conversation as well. When we were done texting I called up Harry and he turned it to video chatting.

      "Hey. what are you doing?" I asked.

      "Hi... I'm getting ready to head out. you?" He set down his phone to where I was looking at a white ceiling.

      "Where are you?" I asked.

      "At a producing company. Sorry. Hang on." The phone went mute and as did I. Kylie looked at me.

      "Who is that?" She whispered.

      "My friend from work." I lied.

      "He sounds hot."

      "Ew. Kylie." I rolled my eyes. 

      "Okay. Were good. I'm in the car." Harry said.

      "Hi." Kylie yelled.

      "Who is that?" He asked.

      "My friend Kylie."

      "You're in your dorm?" 

      "Inevitably. I was just at the elementary getting pictures for yearbooks or whatever." I sighed.

      "I never liked school pictures. I always looked bad in them." He chuckled.

      "What? I've seen your school pictures. They're all online. You were adorable." I cooed.

      "According to who?" He said.

      "Me."

      "You're obligated to say things like that. You're practically my girlfriend." He said.

      "Girlfriend!? Mia! This is your boyfriend and you won't let me meet him?!" She yelled.

      "Kylie, it's complicated." I frowned.

      "You can tell her. Just make sure she won't say anything to anybody." Harry said. 

      "I won't. I promise. Are you like a fugitive or something? I will totally agree to harboring you if need be." Kylie rambled. 

      "He's not a fugitive. Kylie, I swear to god, you can't tell anybody." I said.

      "Why would I." She rolled her eyes.

      "Ready harry?"

      "Hang on. Let me get situated." I watched as he shuffled around in his car real quick to get himself ready.

      "Don't freak Kylie." I flipped the phone around and the second Kylie realized who it was, her jaw dropped.

       "Mia..." She whispered.

       "Yes?"

       "You're... You..." She laid down on her bed and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "I'm so tempted to scream right now." She laughed.

      "Please don't." I said.

      "I won't." She shook her head. Her eyes were still closed. "Are you guys actually as thing?" She asked.

      "Not officially." Harry said through the phone.

      "Okay..."

      "I'll be outside waiting." I said to Harry.

      "Okay. I'll be there in like a half an hour. Be ready." 

      "Will do."

      "Where are you going?" She asked.

      "It's Friday. I'm going over to his house and work on my midterm paper for creative writing." I packed my polka dot bag I've had since seventh grade. It was the same bag I used to pack when I would sleep over at my best friend Carolynns house. She left to Germany for college. She wanted to be a surgeon.

      "Over to his house? He lives around here?" She asked.

      "Of course he does." I said. I threw open my closet and peered inside. I pulled some pajamas off the hanger and threw them on my bed.

      "Have you guys kissed yet?" Her interest in my love life started to pique. 

      "I feel like that's none of your business." I said, pulling down my favorite brown cardigan.

      "OMG. You totally have!" She squealed.

      "Stop." I groaned. I closed my closet an put the clothes in the bag that were laying on my bed.

      "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Have fun." She picked her book back up and continued reading.

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       "Hello there." Harry said when I climbed into the passenger seat of his car.

       "Bonsoir, Monsieur." I tilted my head.

        "How are you?"

        "Ma journee est bonne. le tiens?" I smiled.

        "oui?" He laughed.

        "Wow." I laughed back. I buckled my seat belt and we drove back to his house. This weekend, would be the reveal weekend of what we are. Let's hope that he's a keeper. 

        While Harry kept his eyes on the snowy road I took the opportunity to look at his physique. He wasn't broad shouldered like most men I know. He was strong, no doubt. His hair was the perfect length. Not too long and not too short. I reached my hand up and ran my fingers through it. Harry turned to look at me with a smile.

        "What are you doing?"

        "It looked soft." I shrugged. 

      We pulled into his garage and he looked at me.

      "You are weird." He laughed.

      "A good weird though, right?" I smiled. 

       "Of course a good weird." He grabbed my chin and pulled me in for a kiss.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

      

 

 

 

 

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