Chris POV;
"I love this place so much, Chris," she spoke almost like a whisper, a sweet whisper so soft—one that was enough to fade away the cuckoo's chirping. She jerked up from my chest so quickly, where her head was lying until now, making her silky hair fall off her shoulders in magnificent waves.467Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2P4vcy2wkU
The wind let her hair flow through her face. I would have taken it off her face, but she was looking amazing that way.
"Let's say that, for hypothetical sake of course, we will buy it one day..." she gave me a wide hopeful smile, waiting for my answer. Her smile again was undeniably sweet.
My eyes were glued on her, rather than on the infinite fields of white daffodils, glistening bright under the afternoon sun. Having those blue glassy eyes shining bright, like hers, made it easy to lose myself in them; her skin was so smooth, reflecting off the glitters of sun. She almost felt surreal.
"How about for reality's sake, we will?" I smiled and gave her a peck on her cheeks. Her joy reflected when she instantly went bright red in the face and threw her arms around me, giggling. Soft tickles in the form of fresh grasses, pressed against my skin as she came over me.
"I love you. And I'm really lucky to have you," she said, almost touching her forehead to mine, and I could see her face still glowing flushed.
"I love you too, sweetcandy."
She placed her hands on my chest and pushed me playfully, like she always did when I addressed her by that name. She winced, but I knew that on the inside she had tiny butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach whenever I called her that. I pulled her back again into a hug. She felt so soft in my arms, and I felt so peaceful in her presence. Her smell was more enchanting than that of the daffodils.
I was being pushed away by her again, but I held on. Why was she pushing me away so hard?
"Sweetcandy? What's wrong?" 467Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡicvy0mFtwT
I teased her again. But she pushed harder.
"Please let me be," I sighed.
"Wake up you idiot and let go of me. Eww! You're so disgusting Chris."
That was so weird! Why would she talk this way? What happened to her voice?
I could not understand why I was being shaken to death by her, so I backed up to see what was wrong. It wasn't like her to do so. What was wrong? I reiterated those thoughts over and over in my head. It was only when I backed up and I saw the sight in front of me, that I cowered away immediately.
"What's wrong bab- Holy fucking shit... Adam! What the hell are you doing?" I had opened my eyes and got slapped by my younger brother, Adam.
"It's what you are doing. I came here to wake you up, but you pulled me over instead," he said, and he was clearly irritated, pointing his finger at me accusingly. I gaped at him with my jaw-dropped and confused because of the whole situation. His expressions changed and he sighed.
"You're dreaming cheesy again," Adam continued, snapping me out of my thoughts, "I'm starting to fear that you're gay bro, like seriously...and why were you dreaming about candies? What, are you like five? I'm never coming to your room to wake you up again man. You're creepy."
Oh god... I was dreaming, again. 467Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo4x3aqtUNf
And it felt so real, again.
"If you even dare say a word about this to anybody, you're doomed Adam." I warned him, now fully sitting up. Being the teasing little brat that he is, he was definitely not finished with me at that moment.
"Oh trust me, I'm not interested in proving my big brother's gay."467Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvE7xtx57dm
He gave me a disgusted look, waving his hands in the air dramatically.
"I'm not gay you son of a.... Agrrhh! I can't call you that. Now get out of my room." I groaned exasperatedly and pointed towards the door, motioning my little brother to leave my room.
He cocked a brow, rolled his eyes, shook his head and went away.
"Come down fast by the way, you're late." He threw those words over his shoulder as he was leaving.
"Yeah, whatever," I rolled my eyes and fell down on the bed, bouncing in the process like a rubber ball.
Adam was a 10th grader, but much smarter than his age. We were not like BFF's, but still close enough even though we were brothers. We were not even look-a likes in that case. But once one starts observing, the similarities could be noted.
I was lost in my thoughts, still looking at the ceiling and clutching on to the covers. This place had suddenly started feeling new after waking up now. The beige walls felt duller and all the solid furniture felt boring all of a sudden. I looked at the clock and it was 8AM already. I got off my bed and marched into the bathroom with one thought running through my mind repeatedly.
Sweetcandy....who is she?? And why sweetcandy?
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