"Savannah!" I hear my brother's voice in my room and I grab my pillow and throw it directly in his face.
"What???" I mumble those words since it's still early in the morning and I'm tired as fuck. He also throws the pillow right back at me with a hard yet gentle force.
"Should I tell mom you’re sick and that you can't go to school?" I nod and filled with happiness as my brother remembers what I told him to do yesterday. I guess my brother really does love me, since he is covering for me. I'm missing school because of him. This is awesome!
"Okay then. I gotta go. Bye, Savannah, love you." The words "I love you" circle through my brain and I'm about to cry as I remember those words coming out of William's mouth. I say them back to John in a mumble but I know for sure that I'm too late. He's already gone and is downstairs telling my mom I'm too ‘sick’ to even go to school again. I check my phone and it's eight o'clock. Holy shit it's still early. I groan and set my phone back on the table and I return to sleep. I wake up four hours later which surprises me because it's been the longest I've slept in years. I wake up feeling energized and somehow happy. I get off from bed and walk to my bathroom. I take a nice hot shower which awakens me and my whole body. After I'm done I dry my hair and leave it down as I go back to my room and put on a pair of black tights and William's hoodie. I grab my phone and go all the way downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat. I'm starving and somehow all I'm thinking about is a Big Mac. I groan and wonder if I should really go all the way to McDonald's to buy a Big Mac just because William told me they were good, or should I just make some eggs and toast some bread? Eggs and toast it is. I make the food under twenty minutes which surprises me since I am such a lazy person and also a lazy chef. I put the eggs and toast on a plate and I walk all the way to the living room to eat my breakfast and watch some TV. I'm scrolling through the channels, trying to find something good on TV but nothing pops up. As I'm about to close the TV, the doorbell rings. What the fuck? I have no clue who it could be right now because no one really comes to my house. Only my friends or John's friends, but that's about it. Maybe it's John because he forgot something at home? Well if it’s him that would be weird since he has his keys and he wouldn't really ring the doorbell since he can just unlock the damn door. I stand up from the couch and walk all the way to the door so I can open it and see who it is. I open the door and as I look up to see who it is, my heart fucking stops. I slam the door and it closes with a loud slam that echoes through the damn house. Could it be? No fucking way. I'm shaking right now and trying to come up with a reason as to why I'm seeing things that shouldn't be seen. Why I see him standing in front of my door like it's totally normal. I bite my lip and blow out a breath as I go back to the door and open it again. My heart stops again but I don't close the door in his face and panic as I know this can't be true. I'm about to faint because this should be a dream, or a nightmare, or both! He's here. William is here.