I slowly open my eyes with the sound of the doorbell ringing in my ear. I think I am dreaming except I can hear it clearly now. Oh, crap! I must have fallen asleep on the couch last night.
I slowly make my way to the door. Dragging my feet and stretching my arms. I wonder who it could be this early on a Saturday morning. I look at the wall clock. Eight thirty in the damn morning. The doorbell rings again.
"I'm coming, keep your pants on jeez! Some of us need our beauty sleep " I yell as I open the door.
"Good morning Miss" says a teenage boy with a smile on his face. He looks like he is in his late teens. Very cute with gray eyes. He is wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans.
“Yes?” I regard him cool and nod my head.
"Isabella Johnson?" He asks politely.
"Oh! Another gift..." my i
