Enchanting Affairs

I feel my bare feet pounding against the cold wet grass. The morning dew splashes up at me with every step. I'm running quickly through the forest, but I don't feel a sense of danger or distress. A hand grabs mine, pulling me back mid step. I am swept off of my feet, and I can feel strong muscular arms cradling me. I feel warm, safe and protected in these arms. I laugh as I look up into this strange mans face. He has the most dazzling blue eyes I have ever seen, and he is staring back at me with so much love and passion. He leans down as if going in for a kiss and then..... BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I moan as my alarm starts blaring. I quickly swipe the snooze button as I roll over and put my pillow over my ears. Why is it that my alarm always manages to ruin the most wonderful dreams. I try to close my eyes and go back to that wonderful world, when my dog decides to jump on me with a wiggling butt and tries to squeeze her head under the pillow. "UGGHHHH, I guess reality it is Bailey!" I get up and my messy bun flops to the side of my head. I blow my stray hairs out of my face and wrap my blanket around me. Bailey hops off of my bed as I open the bedroom door and lazily head down the stairs and into the kitchen, she happily trails behind me, wagging her tail with every step. "You are certainly happy to be awake," I tell her, my voice is dry and raspy, I need coffee. I open the sliding glass doors and let her gallop out into the yard. The morning sky is a light gray, and everything looks gloomy. What an icky morning to start my senior year. I turn around to the sound of a booming elephant crashing down the stairs. "Wow, when did the circus come to town?" I ask my little brother Dylan as he skips the last few steps with a jump. He sticks his tongue out at me. "Stop being such a grump Stella, or I'll tell sam you are PMSing again!" he laughs as he puts a poptart in the toaster. I roll my eyes and pour myself a cup of coffee. Mom and dad must not have left for work very long ago, the coffee in the pot is still hot. I throw almost as much creamer as there is coffee in the cup and fill it the rest of the way with ice. The poptarts pop up and I swipe one. "Heyyyy," whines Dylan, "why couldn't you just make your own?" I shrug and take a bite. Dylan huffs and puts another one in the toaster. After I am done with breakfast I head upstairs to get ready for school. My phone is buzzing when I get to my room. I pick it up and see 5 missed calls from Sam, my sweet neighbor, friend, boyfriend and Chauffeur. He has also been texting: Good morning beautiful Stella, I will be at your house at 645am. Can't wait to start senior year with you. Please be ready on time. Love you! ~Sam I roll my eyes. He is such a dork, in an oddly cute kind of way. I look at the clock, 625am, s**t. I have to hurry or else I will be late. Which isn't out of the ordinary for me at all. Hence the request, Sam knows me so well. I guess thats what happens when you are neighbors for 10 years. Sam and I were instant friends when he moved in next door, we were inseparable and made up all of the best games. He has always been my best friend and I wouldn't know what to do without him. Thats why when sophomore year happened and Sam decided he thought our relationship should be a step beyond best friends, I didn't know how to say no. I didn't want to lose him, or hurt him. So here we are, daring for almost 2 years...and I still feel just like I did when he asked. I love him in a friend kind of way, but I can't tell him, I can not break my best friends heart. I don't know why I don't have a romantic attraction to him. Sam is pretty damn hot. He is tall and thin, but naturally has a nice amount of muscle. He doesn't spend time in a gym, but he loves outside exercise. we hike together at least twice a week, its great. He has light brown hair that he keeps short and hazel eyes. Tons of girls at our school are into him, but for some reason he only has eyes for one. He is sweet, and I am lucky. I sit down at my vanity and look in the mirror. I look like a hot mess. I pull my long dark brown hair out of the messy bun and watch it fall in waves to my waist. I have been growing out my hair for 5 years now, for some reason I just love it long. Sam calls me his rapunzel, and jokes about how he will save me from a tall tower one day. I straighten my bang, and throw various products in it that I use for taming the mane. As far as makeup goes, I don't do much. I throw some mascara on to make my tired eyes look a little more awake. Then I put a little lip gloss on and call it a day. I go grab a cute green sundress from my closet and put it on with my favorite pair of light brown sandals. I guess this will have to do. I hear a horn beeping outside and look at the clock. "Dammit, 650 already....I really need to get my own car." Sam drives Dylan and I to school and he likes to be on time. I grab my phone and text: be right down. sorry sam texts back: Better hurry, Dylans telling me all about the PMS lol. me: I bet he is, little asshole Little brothers are for the birds. The high school is attached the middle school. Dylan is in seventh grade and annoying as ever. I grab my back pack and run down the stairs. Let Bailey in through the back, make sure she has food and then run out the front door. Dylan is riding shotgun. "scram" I say as I open the door. "No way! I was here first, I call it, get in the back Stella." he retorts. "Come on Dylan!!!" he crosses his arms, ignoring me. "Saaaam," I whine, doing my best puppy dog face. Sam shrugs, "Shouldn't have been late, I warned you. Get in the back Stell, we gotta go!" Of course he sides with the brat. I roll my eyes and get in the back, slamming the door behind me a little harder than necessary. Sam gives me a look through the rear view mirror. we pull away and I put my knees up on the seat and lay my head against window. "Aren't you excited for our senior year Stella?" Sam asks. "For sure, so excited, its already getting off to a great start." I say sarcastically. Dylan chimes in, "Oh Stell, stop being such a baby...its like your going into 7th grade too." I let out an irritated huff and put my headphones on. I turn my rock music up until I can't hear them anymore and look out the window. After about 15 minutes we pull into the school parking lot. Hip Hip Hooray, we made it to the hell hole.