Dusk at Rehab

We fell asleep on his bed, his arms wrapped around my waist andmy head on his chest.

It was around 12:00 in the morning or something around that time that I realized that my friends would be coming at 12:30 to celebrate. Kelsy's idea.

"Travis, Travis! Wake up!" I hissed, shaking his shoulder.

"What?" He moaned.

"We have to go back to my room."

"Why?" He turned on his other shoulder. I grabbed his hand and took my wings out. I flapped them, trying to fly, but failed. I was going to try to fly with him to get him out of bed.

I fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Oh my-- are you okay?" Travis asked. He quickly got out of bed and kneeled down by me.

"Well that got you out of bed, didn't it?" I joked.

"If anything bad happens to you, it will definitely get my attention, no matter how busy I am or what I'm doing." He leaned in to kiss me, but I put my hand on his lips.

"No. We have to get back to my room and get ready."

"For what?"

"The party, remember?"

"I don't recall there being a party."

"You are so weird." I said, getting up.

"But do you still love me?" He asked, getting up with me.

"Yes." I hugged him.

"Am I invited to the party?" He kissed the top of my head.

"Of course. It wouldn't be a birthday party with out you."

"Oh. I think I'll stay here and sleep." He yawned.

"You do know it's just gonna be Ronnie, Kelsy, and I, right? Unless you come."

"Aye, but I think you need to spen some time with your friends. I mean, you spent nearly the whole day with me."

"But I see them everyday. You know, before you came here."

He looked at me in the eyes.

"You. Have fun with your friends. I'll see you tomorrow. I promise. I'll only be down the hall from you." He whispered.

"Okay. I love you." I kissed him one last time before going in my room.

My room seemed so sad and lonely with out him. I looked at my clock.

12:15

Saturday September 16

Good. I had 15 minutes to clean up my room and put on make-up.

I put my dirty clothes in my closet, put away trash, and went to the sink in the bathroom that was on my room. I brushed through my now knotted hair, and put a fresh coat of mascara on.

Then, the door knocked.

I opened it, but it wasn't any of my friends.

It was a boy.

"Um... can I help you?" I ask.

"My name is Tyler Jenson."

"Aren't you in my science class?"

"Yes. And I've been meaning to tell you that I like you for a while now.... And I know that when angels like someone, they don't change their feelings for them."