Good Night, Good Morning.

In school I was the type of girl who could be teased easily. I was short with dyed hair, I dressed in crazy fashions of bright colors and neons mixed with blacks. I wore black nail polish and wore deathly-looking makeup. I was the freak, but I enjoyed being different. Other than the teasing, which I could go without. I crushed all too easilly on the boys and usually got teased even more because of my hopless romantic behavior. I guess I built a shell around myself, making me look like a tuff, uncute girl. I hated it, but I was buried so far into that shell that I knew I'd never get out. That was then, now, I'm 23, living alone with my kitten, Puma. I lost that shell long ago. I stopped dying my hair, now it curls down to my waist, a dark brown color, reddish in the sunlight. I never wear makeup unless I'm going out with my girls. This is me, this is the new Alexandria Hoffman.
I live in a small town called Everridge, I love it here, theres a nice place to hangout and dance, it's clean, full of good people. It's the exact opposite of the town I grew up in. Memories of the boy I still had a crush on since Middle school haunted me, they taunted me in my sleep. Stupid memories, I did my best to wisk them to the side, to forget.
I threw my coat to the side, memories of the party last night made me want to roll around laughing. It was a great night with my friends, Kalina and Kasey. I loved them, they moved here for me, I adored them. I was also with Alec and Felicia. I sighed, plopping down on the couch, I wanted to do last night again, the rush of dancing and laughing. Being with my friends. I kicked off my boots and layed on the couch. I could hear the wind howling outside, a storm brewing. I laid on the couch, watching the blank tv screen. Darkness taunted me, drawing me closer to sleep until I gave up, sleep had me.
I wake awoken by a loud annoying sound at my door. I jolted up,
"Coming!" I yelled, wiping the drool from my cheek and fixing my shirt.
I walked to the door, unlocking it and opening it up. Before me stood a figure, soaking wet in the rain, I could make out a dark blue jacket and fur hood, I couldn't see his face,
"Um, hello?" I asked nervously, starring into the blackness where his face should be.
"Alexandria?" The figure asked calmly.
I cleared my throat a little, "Yes?"
"Alexandria Hoffman?" he asked again.
I nodded, "Yeah," I began, "Who are you?"
"Can I come in?"
I was annoyed by this guy already, he knew me, and I didn't know how. I stayed put.
"Who are you?"
He sighed, "I'm getting soaked out here, please let me in..."
I gave in, moving to where he could slide in, I watched as he clunked in, getting the wood flooring wet, he yanked down his hood, I could see the light brown hair. Slowly, I shut the door, "I'll ask again, who are you?"
He turned to me, and I almost fainted right there. There he was, like an angel of sorts, looking at me through fogged glasses.
"You know me, Dylan."
I had to be dreaming, Dylan? Here, right in front of me. I wanted to explode with joy. How did he find me? Why was he here? It was so late! He should go.
"Yeah of course!" I laughed, "You leaving?"
He starred at me, a blank expression that made me feel so small. He blinked and said, "Alex. I had to ask 3 people and drive 2 hours in the rain, at night just to see you. I'm not leaving."
I looked down, "It's 11pm.."
"I know."
I looked at him, "I haven't seen you in like..."
"6 years almost."
"Yeah," I stuttered, "6 years."
"Almost."
"Almost." I laughed.
He began unzipping his raincoat, yanking off the wet mass and letting it drop, I didn't mind, I did it myself.
"Boots off."
He looked at me, huffed and pulled off his boots. He was wearing a blue shirt and jeans, he looked good in blue. I looked away.
"Want a drink?" I asked, walking to the kitchen.
I could hear him following behind, "What you got?"
I thought for a second, "Juice, soda, water."
I stopped in front of the cupboard, reaching up to grab a glass. I felt something wrap around my waist tightly, pulling me closer. I could feel Dylan's breath on my neck, sending chills down my spine. I gripped the glass tightly,
"Dylan?" I finally managed to spit out.
He sighed, "You make me crazy."
I could feel the heat on his cheek, my heart was racing. I felt like I was going to melt in his arms. His hug kept getting tighter. I could feel he felt as helpless as me.  
"Dylan," I whispered.
He loosened his grip, which let me put the glass down and do a 180 facing him. I looked into his baby blue eyes. He looked at me, his arms still around me.
"Are you okay?" I asked, scared to move.
He nodded, "I just relised, all through school I went around teasing you, and I never knew why. I finally understood awhile ago."
And I understood, before he could contuine with his speech on his life changing experience, I dove into him, wrapping my arms around his tiny frame, he was warm. I felt a smile creep onto my lips. I was happy, he was the kid that could always put a smile on my face, even if he was being totally rude and mean. He hugged me back and for what seemed like an eternity we stayed that way, in a tight embrace. I was the first to pull away, my face red.
"It's great to see you, how about that drink?" I smiled.
He nodded, "You got any Dr.Pepper?" He asked, pulling open the fridge.
So there we sat on my leather sofa, telling our stories about what we've been doing these last past years. How he was a ex-navy machinist, and now he was fixing cars outside of town. How I was a daycare worker for now and a writer on the side. About how we got to be where we are. It was like old friends chatting over tea, like we've barley missed a year. I glanced at the clock on the television, 2am?! I almost choked on my apple juice. Dylan patted my back,
"You ok?" He asked, "No dying on me."
I laughed and took another drink, "Aren't you going home? I'm about to pass out right here."
"Your tired?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
I nodded, standing to put my glass in the sink. He soon followed.
"I'm not leaving," He said, confidently.
I looked at him, "I only have one bedroom. Go, sleep in your own bed."
"Hell no!" He protested, crossing his arms.
I sighed, "C'mon."
The boy followed me to my room, "You sleep on the floor," I told him.
"What are we? 5?" He snorted.
I glared, "Dylan."
He mocked my sigh and grabbed one of my pillows, i tossed him a blanket. I watched him make a sorry ass bed and lay down. I felt bad, but i'd never had anyone but me in my bed. I was way too scared. I grabbed a nightgown and changed in the bathroom. I loved this nightgown, it was frilly with a bow, a light pink, almost white. It was to the middle of my thigh. I walked back to the bedroom, I saw Dylan sitting up in his make-shift bed. He glanced at me and let out a pained groan,
"Your evil!" He yelled, like a 5 year old, throwing himself on the floor.
What? I wanted to ask, it's not like it was a sexy nightgown or anything, just cute. I crawled into my bed. I could still hear the thunder outside my window. I flicked off the light and laid there. The thunder got louder and louder, the rain pouring down harder and harder.
"Dylan.." I whispered.
No response.
I sat up, "Dylan."
Still silence, I got a feeling inside me, a feeling to burst into tears, I was so sleepy by now, 'Dylan!" I said a little louder.
"Good god what?!" He groaned.
I was quiet, "Please come up here," I muttered.
"Why?"
There was a long pause, I felt like giving up and trying to sleep again.
"Please," I tried once more.
It was deathly quiet in the room, I sighed, laying back. Several moments later I felt something slide into the bed, then a cold hand touched my shoulder,
"You awake?"
I didn't want to awnser, I pretended to be asleep. I felt him pull me closer, I could feel his chest, the warmpth it radiated,
"Your always so cold," He laughed quietly.
I couldn't hold back my smile, I couldn't keep this act up, I put my hand on his chest, he jumped a bit,
"Your not asleep.." He muttered
I looked up at him, "Nope."
Then we just drifted from there into slumber. I slept the best I ever had in months. I didn't want to wake up, I was scared he'd be gone. But when I opened my eyes, I could feel his arms around me, I looked back to see his face, still asleep. I couldn't help myself, his sleeping face was so adorable, I gently kissed his forehead. He moved a little, but not away.
"Good morning to you too," I could feel him smile.
I pulled back to look at him, and there was that smirk I loved so much, "Morning."