So many parts of this chapter kept getting deleted and it pisses me off so bad😭 hope y'all enjoy tho <33
Unedited becahse I'm drained </3
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My eyes bulge as a million things run through my head.
What just happened? What just happened? What just happened? What just happened? Did that actually happen? Was that real? Do I want it to be real? What is happening to me?
Why did I have a dream about Diego?
I try shoving the whole vision out of my head, but can't. Due to my groggy brain, I can't focus on anything else but the scenes that I saw moments ago. Part of me doesn't want to accept that I even dreamed of it and is already forgetting key points.
Oh, but curse me for having the memory of an elephant and remembering it all.
I can't stop replaying his kind words. Or the sight of his soft curls and deep, brown eyes. The slight bulge in his throat that wobbles when he spoke fills head, along with the tightness of his shirt around his biceps.
And oh, how I'm still memorized the sound of his voice and how low it got when he praised me.
Though I dreamed of us having a simple conversation, it felt like so much more than that. And gosh, I don't want to stop thinking about that dream. I don't want to think about anything else than the alluring things my brain created.
Once I gain some sort of consciousness, I realize Diego isn't beside me. Where did he go? Did I upset him with anything I said last night? Did I ramble too much and annoy him? Can he read minds, found out I had the dream, and is now extremely weirded out by me?
My breath hitches in my throats and refuses to touch my lungs. I scowl at my anxious thoughts and the reaction it's giving my body. After forcing out a breath, I leave the bed. Disappointment and worries continue to settle in me as I rescan the room for the boy.
Coldness swallows me, causing me to feel more on edge. Why am I so upset? Why do I care where Diego is? Why do I care about Diego?
I go into the living room, huffing at the lack of Diego. More worries fill my mind as I plop onto the couch in the spot beside Dayanara. Before I can ask her if she knew of Diego's whereabouts, she gasps. "Oh my gosh, I have so much to tell you." I nod for her to continue, eager to hear the news. "Guess who texted me?"
My eyes enlarge once the realization hit, "no way." Dayanara lets out a string of giggles and kicks her legs with glee. I laugh at her excitement while asking, "What'd he say?"
The girl grabs her phone, clicks around for a moment, and shows me a row of text messages. She points to a message before beaming, "He asked to hang out when we get back." Dayanara sighs in the most dramatic, dream way possible while leaning into the couch."I actually want him babies."
"You better not get pregnant."
"But we'd have the cutest kids," she insists. I blink, unsure if she's being serious or not. Dayanara is most definitely the type of girl to get herself pregnant."Kidding, kidding..."
Before I can question if she's actually joking or not, a voice interrupts. And gosh, hearing the voice makes my insides start to twitch and jump with joy. Hearing the noise eases every ounce of anxiety in my body.
