short story

TELL ME YOU LOVE ME

We were inside my room packing my stuff. My mom was surprising helpful when it came to these things. She made a list out for me and I was packing everything. It took forever. Mom was in my closet throwing things onto the bed and I would put it into my suitcase. We finished in my room and went down to the bathroom packing things like my tooth brush and such. Finally, my suitcase was literally packed and I would leave in the morning. My mom went down stairs to fold laundry or something. I went into my bedroom.
I flopped down on my pillow. Packing took a lot out of me. I was exhausted. I just wanted to sleep. I was already in my pajamas, so I curled under my blanket and let myself fall asleep.

I was in school, Drew was with me. We were both smiling. He kissed me. I liked it, I missed it. I was so happy. But something as weird. I didn’t feel the same way as I always did when I was with him, something was wrong.Then someone tore us apart and punched him in the nose. I screamed. She turned to me.
"Don’t fall for it," Rylee said. "Please don’t,"
It was a weird dream with no point to it. The scene changed. We were again back at Drew’s island. That entire day was my dream. I woke up screaming. I heard my mom coming up the stairs. She was at my door.
"Are you ok, honey?" She asked alarmed.
"Yea, I’m fine." I said sniffling, the tears were coming slowly down my face. "It was just a nightmare."
I fell back asleep after my mom left and this time, thank god, I didn’t have dreams.
I woke up, my face red and puffy. I remembered that it was vacation time. I got in my skinny white shorts and hot pink cami. I was completely ready for this. I dialed Rylee’s number. She answered on the first ring.
"Hey girl," she said excitedly "you ready?"
"Yep," I said eagerly, "Are you picking me up or am I driving?"
"I’ll drive," she answered. "I’m on my way to your house as soon as I put my suitcase in the trunk.
She hung up. I rolled my eyes and brought my suitcase outside on the front steps. I saw her little car coming down the street. I stood up as she pulled into the driveway.
She stopped the car and I walked toward the trunk. I put my suitcase in and moved to sit up front. She started the car. We were on the way to vacation.
She blasted the radio down the highway and she sang along.
"I came to dance, dance, dance, dance, I hit the floor cause thats my plans, plans, plans, plans, I’m wearing all my favorite brands, brands, brands, brands." She was moving her head along with the music. I turned it off. She frowned at me.
"Where’s the beach house anyway?" I asked.
"Miami," she said.
Did she say Miami? Oh my gosh, we were going to Miami. We lived in Ridgeland, South Carolina. This trip would take a while.
"Wow!" I said immediately happy, We were going to Miami.
I sat back in the seat and turned on the radio. I laughed. This would be Awesome!!