He seems to not want to leave me alone, since my dreams are centered around him.

When he smiled, honestly I was fantasizing how his lips felt. If they were as soft as they looked. Now in my dream, his hands are on my waist, as he kisses me. Sweet and gentle, like butterfly wings grazing my lips.

He pulls away, his forehead against mine. "Come find me."

Then he's gone.

I wake to my alarm clock beeping. Cursing, I press snooze, then roll over, getting comfy again.

"Ells." Katy barges into my room. "Guess what today is?" I throw my pillow at her and she ducks. "Seriously?"

"I don't care what day it is. Let me sleep."

"Fine sleep. We just won't find you're mysteriously hot guy then..." I'm out of bed with in seconds. She laughs. "Go get dressed and then we shall be off."

"Give me five," I tell her, before entering my bathroom to go get dressed.

...

We searched the whole school for him, but were unsuccessful.

"It makes everything so much harder, since we don't even know his name." Katy lets out a big sigh and plops down onto the student lounge's couch.

"Yeah." I pace back and forth, thinking. "He looked like a Zack."

"From the way you described him, I'm guessing more of a Peter."

I gasp. "Peter? No, not another Peter."

"Why not? Peter was your first crush at age five."

"You're not funny." I glare at her and then throw my hands into the air, distressed. "It's useless we'll never find him. I give up."

"Elsa Silver never backs out of anything." I look at Katy and smile weakly as she continues. "We'll try again tomorrow and if we don't find him, the next and the next."

I chuckle softly. "It's a plan."

...

I give up. I GIVE UP. Three days later there's still no sign of my beautiful amber eyed boy.

I guess I'm never going to see him again. See him smile, or have him pull me close and actually kiss me.

Lying in bed, absolutely depressed, I glance down at my phone to see a miss call from Mom. Of course, I call her back.

"Hey Mom you called."

"Yes, I did. Can you please do me a favor?"

"Sure." I begin to play around with a loose thread on my shirt. "What is it?"

"I need someone to stay with Dad for a little. Do you mind?"

"No, I'm leaving now."

"Thanks. Love you sweetheart."

"Love you too Mom."

There's a click as she hangs up.

I stare at my phone for a moment at a lost. Why did I agree to go? I hate hospitals.

Letting out a puff of air, I climb off of my bed, grab the car keys, and go, locking the door behind me.