Hayden's P. O. V.
After we got back home, I felt lonely because I hadn't seen Millie since. She must've been too busy to even hang out with Alison. I hope she isn't thinking about giving up on me already.
Don't make me break into your room again, Millie, I thought.
I decided to go for a ride. It was starting to feel a little stuffy inside the house, so I needed some fresh air. So I got my motorcycle out of the shed and prepared for a nice long ride to the mountains.
"Can I come with you?" I was startled and turned around to see her standing there. It's like I somehow summoned her with my thoughts.
"You want to go for a ride with me?" I asked. I was surprised. All these years of us being friends, she never asked me for a ride. In fact, I offered to take her for a joyride many times before, but she refused every time.
No thanks, I don't want to die, she had said.
"Do you really want to?" I asked again just to be sur
Millie's P. O. V. "Aaaahh! NO! Stop...I can't take it anymore!" I groaned and tried to wiggle out of Hayden's grasp, but he was too strong. He had me pinned down on the field, tickling me relentlessly. He knew I was sensitive to that and he was now taking advantage of it. "Say it...or I won't stop tickling you," he growled in my ears. "I will never say it. You degenerate fool!" I yelled, but I was getting close to admitting defeat. He is terrible! "I won't let you go unless you say it!" he smirked and continued to attack me. I so need to get him back somehow. "But...hahaha... If you...hehehe...don't... get off...people will think we are doing it!" I struggled to speak as he started to tickle me again. He was on top of me as we struggled on the ground. We were in a perfect position for people to get the wrong idea! "Say it, or I'lldoyou right here!" he declared. "You wouldn't!" I gasped. "Oh, wouldn'
Hayden's P. O. V. I went to her house for our 'date night' just as I promised her. It was Saturday night, so I made plans with her to come over to her house. Her parents were out of town for their second honeymoon, so this was our chance to spend some time alone. She wore this cute little outfit and did her hair and makeup. I couldn't help but feel flattered. She dressed up for me! I did the same for her. Just because she asked me out doesn't mean I shouldn't show some effort on my part! "I made pasta," she said shyly. "I would eat anything you make me," I said. Millie rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was flattered. I took a bite of the pasta Millie made and almost died. It tasted like high cholesterol and death. She must've poured the entire container of salt into it. "Mmmm...so good..." I said and hoped the tears in my eyes wouldn't fall down my cheeks. "It is?" she said excitedly and took a bite herself,
Millie's POV. I don't know how or where I got the courage to be so bold and asked him to kiss me like this. It was as if being near Hayden boosted my confidence. I can be myself around him without worry. I'm glad I asked because when I kissed him, it was like fireworks. I know I'm being cheesy, but there's no other way to describe it. My entire body hummed with awareness, and I wanted to taste him more. He was my drug. Then I felt him pull away from me, leaving me wanting more. "I should go," he said. He had a weird look on his face as if he was scared about something. "What, why? Did I do something wrong?" I asked with worry. "Of course not, Millie Mouse, I just don't think it's a good idea to do this..." he hesitated. "Oh my God, do I really kiss like a dead tree!?" I exclaimed. I thought he was joking. I never thought I would be a bad kisser! "What! No! I was only messing with you, crazy. You are great," he laughed a
Hayden's P.O.V. I left Millie's house as fast as possible because it was getting harder and harder to resist her, especially when she was so freaking close to me. And why did she have to kiss me like that? I wanted her so bad. But I knew she wasn't ready. I needed to wait, and I am willing to wait as long as I have to. After all, I don't have to be scared to lose her now that I know she likes me too. The next day, Zack and I were hanging out together, watching a movie on TV. Alison came home after school and decided to join us. "So, how was the meeting with your counselor?" Zack asked her. "What meeting?" I asked. "Each of us had to go see the counselor and discuss careers and universities and stuff," Alison said. "Oh? Where are you trying to go?" I asked her. "Well, I am hoping to go to Columbia University, same as Millie. Then we can be roomies!" Alison chirped. Is Millie going to Columbia? That worried me. That means
Millie's P.O.V. Hayden was angry. I could hear it in his voice. I never thought I'd have to choose between my future goals and someone I cared about. I didn't want to leave him. I was just starting to learn about my feelings for him, and I want to see where it goes. But I couldn't just abandon my dreams and my future either. So I hope he will still stay and support me. That was my only wish. At night I stayed in my room and listened to music. I kept thinking about Hayden. I wondered if he was still mad at me. I didn't want him to stay away from me. "You left your window open," I screamed as I heard his voice suddenly. "Hayden! You scared the crap out of me!" I yelled, but I was happy to see him. "Sorry," he shrugged and came inside the room. "You need to pay attention and keep your windows shut. What if a thief comes in and tries to steal you?" "You are the only person who is crazy enough to do this," I rolled my eyes. I walked over to
Hayden's P.O.V. I didn't mean to tell her so soon. I wanted to wait until I was sure about her feelings toward me. But the words escaped my mouth before I could control them. I could tell she was shocked when I dropped the L bomb on her. Her eyes turned huge, and her cheeks were flushed pink. It was kind of funny, but it made me sad at the same time. What if she doesn't feel the same about me? I'll be crushed. All of my worries vanished when she kissed me back, though. I could feel her heart against my chest, and it was thumping faster. Maybe I was worried for nothing as she does care about me. But will she ever love me? All I could now was to wait. I went for a long ride after leaving her place. I had a lot to think about. Pretty soon, she was going to leave, and I will be all alone. Sure, I still had my friends and my family, but it wasn't the same. I needed her the most. Who else am I going to pick on now? Maybe I was moving too soon. I should've w
Millie's P. O. V. I woke up in the morning with an unfamiliar feeling in my chest. It was as if something was wrong. I wasn't sure what. I saw a miscall from Alison and thought it was weird. She never calls me. She also sent me a text asking me to call her back immediately. That made me worried, so I called her back. "Millie? Oh my God, Millie, you need to come over right now!" Alison was hysterical. "What's wrong?" I asked. "It's Hayden! He..." she couldn't finish because she was sobbing incessantly. "What happened? What about Hayden? Is he okay?" I asked. My heart was beating uncontrollably fast. "He got into an accident on his bike. Oh my God, it's so horrible," Alison kept crying. No...it can't be. He was just with me last night. He held me. He kissed me! "Is he okay?" my voice shook as I asked. Please let him be okay, I thought. "He is still in ICU. They are trying to figure it out right now," Aliso
Millie's P.O.V. We waited for what felt like an eternity to hear from the doctor. Then, finally, the doctor called his parents to tell them the news. "How is he doing? Is he going to be okay?" His mom asked the doctor. "He had some broken ribs and severe brain injury from the fall. I am afraid he is in a coma," the doctor said grimly. No...I thought. He can't be in a coma. He needs to wake up right now! His mom started crying while his father tried to comfort her. I sat there quietly, thinking about how unreal everything felt. I was angry at myself for not telling him how much I liked him last night. I should've made him stay with me longer. I should've kissed him until he was out of breath. Why did I let him leave? Why? "I want to see him. Please, I need to see him," I cried. The doctor allowed us to go see him. He was lying on the bed with several machines hooked up to his body. I didn't recognize this, Hayden. My Hayden woul