I rewrote this (again) and changed the title. I hope you all enjoy it! ^^
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Lilly:
Lilly sat on the bed, her arms wrapped around herself to warm up. She looked out the window at the blizzard, snow beating heavily at the glass. Suddenly, she heard the door bell ring. Who could that be? She thought, getting up off her bed and making her way over.
She opened the door to see him. His muscle tone body, his sandy blonde hair, and that slight tan illuminating his abnormally bright green eyes. It was Sam, the boy she had ‘fallen in love with’, according to her.
Lilly gasped, her voice not findable as he asked to come in. She just stepped aside, letting him pass. He was covered in a thick jacket, snow falling off onto the floor as he stepped inside. When he brushed past her, she was strangely warm, instead of the coolness of the snow. She shut the door, letting the snow once again beat against it.
She turned to stare into Sam’s eyes, surprised by the softness and caring that filled them. He smiled sweetly and said “Lilly, there’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you: I… think I love you.” His cheeks began to turn red.
She blushed also, along with the half-excited half-surprised churning she felt in her stomach. She could barely breath, and she weakly answered him “I… I love you, too” She smiled as he leaned in, his eyes closed and lips puckered. She did the same, leaning in until she could feel his warm breath on her lips.
She opened her eyes, staring at the white ceiling of her room. Damn it… another dream. she whined in her head, standing up and getting dressed.
The boy:
A boy, about 16 as well, opening his green eyes, only to stare into the branches of a tree. He sat up and looked around. Where am I? he thought, confusion in his mental voice. He stood up and leaned against the tree. The morning sun shined on him, warming his back as he faced away from it. Wait a minute… who am I? he thought with worry. Who was he, anyway? He didn’t know, and no one was around for him to ask.
He began walking off, the dew of the grass feeling cool against his bare, pale feet. He stepped on to the sidewalk. Who am I? he repeated in his mind. He turned and began walking, not to anywhere in particular, but just to somewhere. He appeared to be the only one in that area, so he didn’t have to stop to answer questions.











