This choice: Wake up the next morning. • Go Back...Chapter #6Wake up the next morning. by: Unknown Next morning, as you brush your teeth you hear the doorbell ring. Quickly, you rinse your mouth and dash downstairs. However, it's too late and your mom has opened the door, talking with Skylar. She looks different, changed out of her basketball clothes and into something more casual, not to mention cute. Skylar wore white cargo shorts, a navy blue blouse and black flip flops on here beautiful feet.
"Hey, (your name), what's up?" Skylar says, blushing bright red.
You have never seen Skylar look so shy. Your mom, on the other hand was ecstatic. "You're welcome to come in dear, I was just about to make some coffee."
Skylar politely shakes her head. "I think (your name) has something planned today, but thank you for the offer!"
"Well, I'll leave you two alone," your mom turns to you. "Have fun, and please be back by dinner tonight."
Your mom walks off, leaving you with a very quiet Skylar. The girl that has been on your case for years is now standing in your entryway, trying to avoid eye contact with you. Finally, you decide to speak up.
"So, I'm really glad you kept your word," you say. "Look, I'm sorry that I embarrassed you in front of your friends."
She looks up. "No, I should be sorry for being so mean," she says. "I was being a bitch, and I was up late last night thinking about how I've treated you." She smiles. "So what are we going to do today? I got my car outside, so we can drive anywhere you want."
"Let's go out to your car and talk," I reply. "It's kinda personal."
You both walk out to Skylar's car, a squeaky-clean Corolla. You had made your decision last night that you were going to request some foot fun with Skylar. Now that you have the chance, you are very nervous. This sudden change in Skylar's behavior makes you rethink your decision. You get in the car, and she's looking at you, expecting an answer.
"Ok, so my request is really weird," you say. "I'm kinda embarrassed to ask."
"I'm not having sex with you," she answers simply. "That's off limits."
"No, that's not my question," you say, flushed with anxiety. "I want to play with your feet."
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