Chapter 3: Beautiful Sunrise-Spencer’s Point of View 

"Die Romantic, Romantic…This is the nightmare we fall asleep…" WiL Francis of Aiden sang, their loud music blaring from my television set.

It had been a couple of hours now since I finally made it back home from the airport and I’ve kept myself busy watching music videos the whole time. I didn’t want to invade Kyla and her family’s privacy as they were settling in our huge guest house in our backyard so I told them I had some chores to finish. I think that was just an excuse to avoid that girl Ashley. I mean she’s really sweet and incredibly beautiful, but from the moment I met her, I felt this overwhelming feeling crushing my chest. I can’t explain it because I don’t know what the hell this feeling is supposed mean. She has this powerful yet fragile energy that surrounds her and for some reason, I’m attracted to it. Wait… Why am I attracted to a girl? That’s just unusual for me because I’ve always been on the safe side with guys. I’ve had three boyfriends in the past few years of my life and for that, I should be secure with my sexuality. I think I should be secure with it anyways… God, I hope this summer flies by quickly. I don’t want to end up in trouble with Kyla and her sister; that would be the last thing I would ever want.

After Aiden’s video had come to an end, I sit up lazily on top of my bed. I scan for the remote but it’s no where in sight. I swear to God I just had it underneath my pillow a second ago and it’s no longer there. Damn it, I hate losing things one minute and end up finding them in the same spot I left ‘em. Frustrated, I jump out of my bed and turn around to stretch my arms across the mattress. When I bent over, I heard my bedroom floor creak. Thinking nothing of it, I placed my head on my soft pink satin sheets, struggling to find the stupid remote. "Don’t change the channel yet, It’s Mika’s Love Today music video and I so adore that song." A familiar husky voice whispered.
Blood immediately rushed to my face and I looked over my shoulder to find the older Davies sister staring at my tee-vee screen. Again, I felt my chest flutter with confusing intentions and I completely froze. My eyes had a mind all on their own as they checked out this beautiful woman standing in front of me. She was wearing black boy boxers that definitely complimented her well-toned thighs and butt. On her upper half, she sported a black sports bra that revealed a firm-looking abdomen and her breasts were neatly tucked in the tight fabric. Her gorgeous curly brown hair was pulled back and some strands were dangling at either side of her cheeks. God, this woman was chiseled but still managed to scream femininity. I felt like cupping her prominent chin and tracing a finger along her beautiful jaw line but I can’t. She’s a female, I can’t be thinking about her this way.