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my tank top and pair of comfy pajama bottoms and make my way to my room to dry my hair.
                  I check my phone before heading to bed, as I always do, and I see that I have a text message from a number I do not recognize.  I unlock my screen and open the message.  My heart begins to race as a smile slowly creeps to my face.  Tommy texted me while I was in the shower.  I don’t remember giving him my number.
    Hey babe.  Had an amazing time.  Can’t wait to see you next week.  Sweet dreams, my beautiful Angel!
                  Oh my.  I’m his angel!  I’ve never been anyone’s angel before.  I think I might be falling in love with him. 
                  I had an amazing time too.  How did you get my number?????
                  I wait for his response.  It doesn’t take long before my phone is alerting me that I have an incoming text.
                  I called my number from your phone while you were in the bathroom.  I hope you don’t mind?
                  That was creepy, but sweet.  I figured he would have just asked but it doesn’t matter.  He was determined to get my number and succeeded.
                  I don’t mind.  Sweet dreams.
                  As I send the text, those pesky little butterflies are fluttering about in the depths of my belly again.  I crawl under my blankets and begin to daydream of my man.  He is my man right?  I sure hope he’s mine because, after all, I am his angel.
     
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                  This past week seemed to have been the longest in history, but here I am, a legal adult.  I don’t feel any different today than I did yesterday.  Looking at myself in the mirror, I don’t look any different either.  I don’t see what the big fuss is about turning eighteen.  I still have the same rules to follow, even if eighteen is supposed to mean more freedom.
    I have a small gathering during lunch time at my favorite restaurant for my birthday celebration.  I’m surrounded by the ones that I hold nearest to my heart; my parents, my brother, his friend Jason, Katherine, and our friend Jeremy.  The only one missing is my Tommy. 
    “Hello?  Earth to Abby. . .” Michael calls, interrupting my daydream of Tommy.
    “Err, sorry.  What were you saying?”
    “I was asking you about this new boy toy of yours.  When are you going to let your big, protective brother meet him?”
    I look over and see Jason looking at me in a way I have never seen before.  It looks like a look of longing or despair.  What is that all about?  “Michael, I’ll let you meet him when I know where this is going.  No reason to introduce my family to someone that may not be around for long.”
    “Well, if I haven’t met him by the time your senior prom rolls around then maybe I should come down to make sure he will take care of my sister and not take advantage of her innocence.”
    I blush and attempt to ignore his statement.  This is my overly protective brother and who can blame him.  He loves me and we have always been close.  He never picked on me or made me cry.  When I wanted to tag along with him and Jason, he never groaned or grumbled about the “pesky little sister” that wouldn’t let him have any fun.   “If you haven’t met him by prom, then by all means, you can meet him when he comes to pick me up that night, ok?”
    Mike gives me a smile and nods his head , apparently satisfied.  I am pretty sure that if I had ignored his statement, he would have continued on about it.  If that had happened, I surely would have been a deep crimson color because Mike has no brain-to-mouth filter.  He’s defective like that.
    The meal continues on and the conversation jumps all over the place; Katherine is flirting with my brother, Jason and Jeremy are carrying on their own conversation about some football team and my dad is trying to keep my mom’s tears