We're Not Sleeping, We're Just Dreaming {Geoff Wigington/Waterparks}

29{taylor}29

AUTHORS NOTE!!!! I FUCKED UP HAHAHAH I SKIPPED CHAPTER 29, SO IM CHANGING THIS CHAPTER TO 29 AND THE NEXT IS GOING TO BE 30 AND SO ON AND SO ON. LMFAO IM DUMB. NO ONE PROBABLY NOTICED ANYWAYS.

Ariel

Geoff fumbled with the clip filled with keys, trying to pull out the one to open the front door. Otto, Dad, and I waited patiently.

Geoff finally pulled out the right key, pushed it into the door, and opened it to reveal a clean house. Two dogs ran towards us and crashed into Geoff's legs. He bent down to pet the dog and Dad, Otto and I pushed our way through the door. 

"Grace!! Sleep!" Dad yelled, running towards his room. Grace came inside from the backyard and looked around.

Her eyes landed on Otto, Geoff, and I. "Dolly!" Grace yelled, running towards me. She pulled me into a tight hug. "How are you? Your hair is different! How was warped tour? Was it fun?!" She exclaimed, I laughed at how excited she was.

"I'm good. Yes, I dyed my hair brown because I didn't want to match with my Daaaad." I said, disgusted, yet playful. "Warped tour was so cool, except for the part where I slept across from Jawn and his gross feet always poked out of his curtain." 

Grace giggled, letting me go from the hug. I looked over to Geoff and he was laying face first on the couch. "Oh, and Geoff broke his hand." We both laughed and Geoff whined.

"Hey! You guys are mean!" Damn, was he fucking adorable. I walked to my room and started to put all of my things away. 

Two long months without at least 6 hours of sleep each night will absolutely exhaust you. I crawled in my bed and started at the ceiling for about ten minutes before there was a knock on the door. I looked down the length of the bed to the pretty, brown haired, blue eyed boy that is also known as Geoff.

"Hi," He said, standing in the doorway.

I made a hand motion for him to walk in and he did. He closed the door behind him and curled up next to me like a cat. I rolled onto my side and looked into his eyes.

"Hi," I copied. He swept a piece of hair that fall down onto my face behind my ear. 

He 'booped' my nose. "You're so cute, it makes me sad." He said. I smiled

"Don't sad, you're cute, too." I pushed myself closer to him and rested my forehead on his clothed chest. 

He combed his fingers through my hair and soon we fell asleep in that position.

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Today is the day I have always despised, the first day of school. There were kids yelling and screaming, fighting, running around, and being completely obnoxious. 

Dad put me in a new high school, being the one I went to last year was two hours away. I'm really not looking forward to having new teachers and making new friends. But on the bright side, this is Geoff's high school. On the not so bright side, this is Geoff's last year which means I will be alone for one more year (idk how age and school works so pretend shes in 11th now and next year she'll be in 12 and hes in 12 now... ugh this is confusing), which is also something I'm not looking forward to.

I stood by Geoff's side as we roamed the halls. He showed me around before school started. We walked around to all of the classrooms he had last year which are the ones I'm going to be in this year. 

"All of the teachers here are nice. Especially Mr. Reynolds," Geoff paused and bent down to my height, still walking. "He gives out these little cake things. They have vanilla cream on the inside and its got chocolate on the outside. It's like the size of a hockey puck. And they are really good. He's your social studies teacher, which looks like he's going to be your homeroom."