Sleep (Allison wakes first)

Too tired from waking up too early on a summer vacation day, and from all the panicking, and from carrying Allison up to your bed, you fall asleep before you know it.

You wake up flushed, sweating, butterflies in your stomach and a wet and tingling sensation between your legs.

Not feeling anyone behind you where Allison should be you flip around, and sure enough the bed is empty.

"Allison?" you call out but get no response.

Almost frantically you get up, your hair whipping into your face and into your mouth, which you promptly spit out.

"Allie?" you call out again, sticking your head out your door, but you hear no response.

Worried that she might have left you run down the stair and to the front door, but a head of blonde hair catches your eye.

Allison was sitting on the couch.

"Allison! I'm so glad you didn't leave!" you state as you rush around the couch and wrap your arms around her. A hug which Allison didn't return.

"Uh, hey," you say tentatively, pulling back to see an unreadable face, the butterflies in your stomach turning to knots in your chest. "Something wrong?"

There were a few movements that all happened at once. Allison looked like she shrugged, nodded, and shook her head all at the same time.

"I—I think I'm having a hard time coming to grips with this," Allison began, looking into your face, which turned to a bit of shock at her words. "I know! I know I— What I'm going through cant be anything like what you're going through, but I can't help the way I feel, and I don't know how I feel, or I don't know how to explain the way I feel."

"John I—"