Avonlea

Avonlea smiled softly at her mother over the dinner table. Dylan had left a couple of minutes ago as Dawn and Avonlea were waiting for Adire, Avonlea's brother to get home from soccer practice.

"So, Avonlea, you and that boy?" Dawn's voice hummed from across the table. To seal her words, Dawn raised her dark eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner.

Avonlea's cheeks flushed a dark red as she shook her head. Although, she couldn't help the small, genuine smile that spread across her lips at even the mention of Dylan. Wow, what was going on with her?

"Nothing's going on mother. We aren't even friends. We just sit next to each other in art and happen to be paired up together for a project." Dawn Barlowe nodded her head. She knew all that, but, as a mother, she could tell something was up.

"Yes, darling I understand that. But how do you feel? Do you want anything else? I haven't seen you this way before. You seem to smile at even the mention of his name."

Groaning loudly, Avonlea rested her chin in her hands. She didn't know. She had never seen herself like this either. Avonlea Barlowe never cared for boys. But, with this boy, it seemed he was always on her mind. Even if they had just met. "I don't know mom. It's... odd. We have seemingly just met, but I can't seem to take my mind off him. I-"

"Hello everybody!" Adaire came crashing in through the door wide a wide smile on his face. Adaire took more after his mom rather than his dad as Avonlea did. He had dark green eyes, they all did, with dark brown hair. All of them had soft, natural curls to their hair. It was a blessing and a curse. "So, Avonlea, who do I have to beat up?" It seems Adaire had heard their conversation clear as day.

"No one." Avonlea grumbled unhappily. She definitely did not want to be having this conversation. Not now. Not ever.

Luckily, Avonlea and Adaire's mother stepped in. "I've missed you both. Now sit down and eat." Dawn Barlowe sent a glare right over to her son. That made Avonlea smile widely.

With a huff, Adaire reluctantly nodded and pulled out the only other chair at the table. A table for three. Dawn gestured to the food for both of her children. As if reading each other's minds, Avonlea and Adaire nodded at their mother before starting to chow down on the food presented to them. Dawn wasn't sure if they even tasted the food that was going down their throats.

That dinner was quiet. For Avonlea at least. She was so lost inside her own thoughts that her brain didn't seem to process the words flying past her as Dawn and Adaire enjoyed their dinner with happy faces. Avonlea couldn't get past her question. Why did she feel so connected to someone that she hardly knows? That question seemed to be bouncing around in her head a lot lately. Yet, no matter how many times she thought it over, she couldn't find the answer to it.

"Alright. It seems everyone is done. Adaire, you get to help me clean up since Avonlea did it last time." Although Adaire groaned quietly, he nodded his head and began cleaning up with his mother. Avonlea thanked her mother for the food before heading to her room. She did find it weird that her eyes immediately went to the place where Dylan had previously sat.

Shaking her head at herself in frustration. She really needed to stop thinking about that boy. Heck, she needed to do it a while ago. Changing her clothes into pajamas, she crawled into bed with the full intent of passing out and not waking up until morning. She wasn't sure if it was the house or maybe the bed, but she had not been sleeping well. She kept thinking something bad would happen. Avonlea Barlowe, also felt like she was being watched. However, she usually just brushed it off. It was most likely just her imagination playing tricks on her. It wouldn't be the first time.

After getting comfortable in bed, Avonlea wrapped herself up in the blankets as tight as she could in order to stay warm in her cold house. It seemed that Avonlea was always cold no matter what time of year, or day it was.

Although her mind didn't seem to shut up, it didn't take Avonlea long to drift off into a deep sleep.

In the morning, Avonlea didn't wake up to an alarm, she never did. Instead, she woke up to the sun streaming in through the window. Yawning quite obnoxiously, Avonlea sat up causing her covers to fall down onto her waist. Usually, her mother woke her up. It was odd that the sun woke her up. It never did.

Furrowing her light eyebrows, she turned towards her glass door leading to the balcony. Her curtains were wide open. She didn't remember opening her windows... She always closed them so this exact situation didn't happen. Despite the confusion, Avonlea shrugged her shoulders and stood up, closing the curtains before getting ready for the day.

Avonlea Barlowe was dressed in a slightly cropped white shirt with high waisted light washed jeans. Throwing her hair into a ponytail, she made sure to get two strands of her hair out of the ponytail to frame her face. For some reason, that was the only way she liked it. Throwing on her old, worn-out converse, she headed downstairs to eat breakfast.

Although uneventful, breakfast was certainly delicious. Avonlea had her favorite, strawberry cream oatmeal. After finishing up, Avonlea started on her walk to school. She really needed to find a good, high paying job to be able to get a car. It would definitely make things easier. Once there, Avonlea sighed in relief and started her way towards the school. But, she stopped in her tracks. Just like before, Dylan and Avonlea were both there early. However, this time, Dylan was in the parking lot, on the ground, not moving.