Chapter 1
7:59 a.m., July 16, 2019.
I groan as sunlight fills my eyes. Uch, morning. I hate the morning. Birds chip, sun shines, it’s all terrible. Especially since I’m usually up till 4:45 a.m. surfing the internet for vines, memes, and fanfiction. Currently I’m reading this really good book by somebody using the name “Zuckerrosa” on this app called Inkitt. Their story is called “Mythos” and it’s about this other world like earth.
I think it’s cool, but I would rather read a romance, like “SNAPSHOT” by Meg97 or “Number Neighbors” by Onlyangel_emilie or even “College Majors” by Alecia D’ Tourra which isn’t that romancey. Yet.
Reading romance stories make me think of my crush. He’s such a big part of Texas history! His name is Quanah Parker, and he’s half-Comanche, half-white.
But he’s soooooooooooooooo hot.
And dead.
So very dead.
Since I have nothing to do, I reach for my favorite book, S.C. Gwynne’s “Empire Of The Summer Moon”.
Sometime later.
“Oh, god, Quanah, yes! Harder! Ahhh-“
Quanah looks up from where he’s been giving me a hickey and smirks.
“You know, you taste really f***in’ good.”
I moan in reply as his strong fingertips trace every inch of my ready and willing body. A bzzt! Bzzt! cuts through my ecstasy.
“Quanah?” I ask.
He opens his mouth but all that’s come out is-
BZZT! BZZT!
I jolt awake from my dream to find my phone is overflowing with text messages from my best friend, Hannah. I feel my cheeks flush red as I realize: I just had an erotic dream about Quanah Parker.
Jesus Christ, I’ve gone nuts!
I open “Messages” in my phone.
H: U awake?
C: Yeah...:p barely though.
H: Same.
C: How was the concert last night?
H: it was amazing! Bredon sang his best!
Ah yes, Brendon Urie. Panic! At The Disco. Brendon’s her celebrity crush.
C: I’m sure he was 🤣. Did u get his autograph?
H: I did, actually. He’s so f***in’ nice!
C: That’s good!
H: the only downside to the concert was that a tall a** dude and his tall a** friends sat in the row in front of me. I couldn’t move left or right. It sucked! :(
C: That’s terrible!
H: At least I got to hug Bredon...;)
C: I’ll be at the wedding.
H: U had better! U will be walking me down the aisle, ‘cause I sure as h*** ain’t letting my family do it.
C: Lol...talk later?
H: yup. Bye.
C: bye.
I hit the off button and slam my face back into my pillow. It’s gonna be a loooooong a** day.
