I Give You My Heart

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PART ONO!
"Lucas James Deen! Get your lazy ass up now! You promised me we would go running this summer." I screamed at Luke trying to tug him out of bed. With his eyes still closed he hooked his huge bicep around my waist and pulled me into the bed. "Taylor Elizabeth Jonson" he whispered lazily, rolling over to pin me against the bed. I tryed to roll back on top but I was didn't feel like struggling. We did this every morning. "You made me a promise, now get up because you made a promise." I said running my hand through his coffee colored bed head. "Babe, darling, honie, sweets, Tay. I'm not gettin up. It's the first day of summer and it's"- he picked his head up off the pillow and opened one eye to stare at the alarm clock. "-6:30 in the morning. Why are you here again?" He said sitting up and pulling me ino his lap, fully awake now.
"Babe, honie, sweets, Luke. I'm here because I wanna see you......duh." I said yawning and leaning against his chest. Ahhhh his body heat, his axe. Luke was like my brother. It's always been that way. "Do we have to run today?" He asked twirling my wavy blonde hair around his finger. "I guess not. But we're going tomorrow, bright and early."
Luke slowly layed down again, still holding me like a baby. "Good night. Don't wake me again till 3ish then we can go to the pool". He said closing his eyes.
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I opened my eyes. 2:30. I tryed to sit up but my hair was stilled twirled around his finger. "Owwwwwweee" I screamed. Nice move Taylor, you woke Luke up! "Good morning buttercup. When did you get here?" Luke asked kissing my forehead like a brother would do. Buttercup, the name he has called me since 1st grade. Luke called me buttercup because my hair was a dirty blonde. On the first day we met he told me my hair looked like someone mixed a peanut butter cup and a stick of butter and smeared it in my hair. "Hi bean. I've been here since six, remember?" Bean, his name from me. The color of his hair was as dark as coffee. His perfect eyes are the color of coffee with a little cream. The beautiful color of his skin, the color of expresso, my favorite. From that day I called him bean, for coffee beans. And he called me buttercup for the color of my hair.
There was a light knock on the door. "Yes mommy?" Luke asked talking like a little kid. Luke's beautiful mother came in the room. She was African-American with deep brown eyes and beautiful curly hair. "Hi Taylor. Good morning Luke." She said handing us a tray full of breakfast foods. "Thanks Mrs. Deen. I said standing to hug her.
"Sit down kiss up and where's my hug?" Luke said standing with a yawn. I hugged him tightly even though I did the same thing this morning then I sat on the floor and drenched my French toast with maple syrup, like always.
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That was part one! Thanks to those that read the whole story I know it was long! Hope you liked it. Oh and the story it's self is 555 words, my lucky number. :)