Ꭶkate Ꮠnto Ꮇy Ꮋeart Written By -Hearts-JessieJ Chapter One I could feel the golden sun on my back, heating through my thin T-shirt. It was the middle of summer, and in California it meant heat, and a lot of it. Of course, it also meant a lot of Hot boys with there t-shirts off, but that was another story. "Sav? Are you daydreaming again?" my best friend, Aimee Smirked at me. Its a well known fact that I like to day dream, about everything and Anything. I could stay locked up in my large, open room for my hours With no TV, or My Phone to keep me occupied. I could dream for hours and hours, just letting the clouds float past. "Savannah? You're doing it again." she said, shoving me softly. "Sorry, I've got a lot on my mind." "Like Matt for example?" She grinned. I've been in-love with Matt ever since I was twelve years old. We were put in the same class, but he never seemed like I'd made an impression on him. He'd made a major one on me, though. "Of course not." I blushed, and I could sense she knew I was lying. I'm very easy to read, everyone tells me. I hate that, and the fact that I tend to blush uncontrollably. "So where is this awesome little Smoothie and Milkshake bar? I need my Strawberry Milkshake!" Aimee almost shouted, so that people started to stare. Aimee is the Kind of person that doesn't care what other people think. And why should she? She is 5"7, and incredibly slender. She has plenty of muscle, and She has long blonde hair, which is way past her shoulders. Whereas me, I'm not anything special. I am mixed-race, as my Dad is Jamaican. My mom met him in Jamaica, when she was doing some research when she wad training to be a surgeon. Since then they have got married, and my Mom Is one of the most talented surgeons in California. Dad is an aspiring Director, who has filmed a couple of commercials. Coming back to me, I have long curly black hair, and deep brown eyes. I have long legs, and a flat stomach. My nose is pierced, and also my belly button. I am around 5"8. "You can get your Milkshake now, the shop is just around the corner." I laughed, and steered her around. "I wonder what you'll be having, Sav?" she said Sarcastically, as she knew I always had the same. "A Strawberry and Raspberry smoothie!" we almost shouted, giggling after, at the top of our voices. We entered the small café and In all the Excitement of having a Cooling drink, I walked straight into a tall, dark and Muscly figure, Also known as Matt Valentine *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* A.N/: Su'p? I was bored, so here's a story
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Ꭶkate Ꮠnto Ꮇy Ꮋeart Written By -Hearts-JessieJ Chapter Two "I-I-I'm sorry, Matt." I spluttered. I'd spilt his Smoothie all over his Skate T-shirt, which looked designer. "Hey, No problem, uh, Savannah, Right?" he said, his gorgeous brown eyes looking into mine. "Yeah, Savannah Taylor, We're in the same History group in school." "Oh, Of course." he said. Things grew kind of Awkward after that. "Let me buy you a new Smoothie, it's the least I could do." I smiled, an excuse to talk to him for a little bit longer. "Of course not, I'll buy YOU a new Smoothie. I did get smoothie on your nice outfit." He said, Chatting me up slightly. I glanced down at my outfit, there didn't seem to be any apparent stains, but a few splurges here and there. "Hey, guys! I'll catch you later, I'm gonna get Savannah here a Smoothie!" He shouted to his "Gang" of friends from our high school, Beverly Hills High. "Ok, Loverboy, See you later." his friend, Andrew mocked. "I'll stay with you, Marcus. I dropped my Smoothie when I was doing a 360 ollie." Marcus said, clearly trying to Impress Aimee. She looked far from impressed. "A What know?" Aimee asked cluelessly. She had never been into going down to the skate park and watching them practise. "Well..." and With that, Marcus and Aimee went to sit down at a table, and started to talk. "So, What smoothie do you like? My favourite is Strawberry and Raspberry." he grinned. "No way! Mine to!" I exclaimed. I'd never met someone with the same Smoothie taste as me. "Yes, sir?" The Smoothie guy asked. "Two please." he said, quoting our favourite smoothies. We sat at the same table as Aimee and Marcus, and we began a four way conversation. I found out A lot about Matt, about his Family, and such. "So, Aimee, do you wanna go and see a movie on Friday?" Marcus asked. I've never seen Aimee go so Red. She grinned and said: "Well... I'll have to check my mental diary.... Sure!" She gave him her number and Vice Versa. "You coming Marcs? We better meet up with the guys." Matt said, and Looked at me. "So- um- Savannah, Can I have your number?" "Sure" I said, trying to sound Cool, when inside I was dying to scream and shout, Yes! When I'd given it to him, he gave me a friendly, close to amorous hug, and walked out of the Shop, jumped on his skate board, and disappeared up the street. I turned to Aimee, and she was already ready for it. We did our handshake, the same one we'd had for the past 6 years. It consists of various slaps and hugs. The customers in the shop must of thought we were completely crazy, but we didn't care. "Wait... Matt didn't exactly Ask you out on a date though, did he?" Aimee suddenly asked, panting after our exhausting handshake. "No, but I'm sure as hell gonna get one". I declared. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ꭶkate Ꮠnto Ꮇy Ꮋeart Chapter Three Aimee and I had planned to go to the Spa, but now she was set on getting a cute new outfit to impress Marcus. I felt slightly depressed, as I was the one who had liked Matt for more than four years. Aimee had only known Marcus for an hour, and she already had a date with him. "Which Shorts are hotter, Sav? The White or the blue?" she held up two pairs of shorts, which were completely identical accept from the blue tint on one pair. I briefly pointed to the Blue pair, and I saw Aimee put those back. "I meant I like that pair more." I said, not really bothered. "I know Hun." she replied, trying not to laugh. ****** We went back to my house after our shopping trip, and we took the elevator up to the fourth floor, where my room was. We live in an apartment, which is a little bit to big for my family. You could say we were better off than some people, but we're defiantly not the richest in Hollywood. We slipped into my room, and my music automatically turned on, one of the many plus features of my room. I have a four poster bed, which holds a Turquoise and silver duvet. All my furniture is White, each encrusted with silver (Fake) Crystals. I have various objects decorating my room, like Lava lamps and Pictures, but my favourite is a picture of me and my older Sister, Jessica. She died when I was 13, and the photo was taken a year before that. She was 4 years older than me, but we were best friends, always doing stuff together. It all changed on the night of the 17th of November, when she was killed on the street, mugged. She was only 16 years old. I try not to think of her like that. Venerable, scared, and in pain. Not how I want to remember my Bubbly, loveable sister. Me and Aimee started discussing "Tactics" as to how we would each bag our men. She wanted to go down the airhead route. The one that made you act like a complete dunce, but it would make the boy feel like a Genius. I, on the other hand, wanted to play hard to get. Guys like Matt love it when girls act like that, ignoring them. I think, anyway. "Don't you think Marcus has the most dreamiest eyes? The blue matches his Skin tone perfectly. And his hair, I mean, Golden Brown? It's so hot!" Aimee goes off on stuff like this a lot. Meanwhile, I was dreaming about what I would love to say about Matt. His height made a girl feel small, and timid, so he would have to protect them. His crooked White smile warmed you up inside, knowing that he is enjoying himself. His hair was short, but not too short, and his eyes was a shiny black. And then there was his personality. He was always kind, and he always stuck up for you. He had a way of never making you feel left out, always including you. I felt a paper ball land expertly on my forehead, and I snapped out of the daydream. "Thinking about Matt?" She said, fully aware of my thoughts. "Yeah" I answered boldly. As soon as I had said that, My phone started to blast out Glee's Empire State Of Mind Cover, and I picked up immediately as I realised who the caller was. "Hey Savannah, it's Matt" He said, his voice a lullaby. "I know" I blurted out. "You did?" "Caller ID" I giggled. "Oh, right. Anyway, I was wandering if you'd like to go bowling with me and a couple of friends tomorrow night? It would be cool. We could go together." I could hear his voice get nervous when he asked me. "But... Uh... Not like a date. You know, as um... Friends" "Of course!" I blurted again, forgetting all about the hard-to-get plan. I'm pretty sure he did want to go as a date, and I wasn't going to tell Aimee that it wasn't one. "Awesome. What's your Address? I'll pick you up." I recited my address, and told him how much I was looking forward to it. Aimee was beaming on the other side of the room, obviously happy for me. Too be honest, I was beaming. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~