The story so far:
I can't believe we're gonna have a person living in our home, I mean, it's not like we run an orphanage, that we can just invite someone to come live with us. Maybe it won't be so bad, maybe it'll be nice. I wonder what the chick will be like. Maybe she'll be hot, but what if she's a not hot type of girl? What if she's the emo type, who cuts herself, when they're depressed. And losing both your parents is a very depressing thing.
I would go home and meet her, but I would rather stay here, in the disco and dance with 10 girls, who all love one thing; dancing with rich guys. I finally got home around 2:00 and when I was going to my room, I noticed there was someone sleeping on my bed. It was a girl. I wondered who she was, I walked over to my bed and sat down on the edge. I waited patiently for her to wake up, but then I got bored and started touching her, don't get me wrong, I'm not that type of guy.
I was just stroking her hair and caressing her cheeks a little. She looked cute asleep and I didn't want to wake her up, but if she woke up on her own, that would be better. She stirred a little, so her face was now facing mine. I caressed her lips, I don't know why, but I felt like kissing her. I didn't know her, but then again, I was a little drunk
Her eyes fluttered a little and she slowly opened them. Her eyes were a color of deep blue and looked like the big blue ocean. I looked into them and she stared back, she looked frightened, she did just wake up.