Down the Rabbit Hole (Stuck On You)

Chapter 1: My Famous Best Friend

"Caleb, pass me the chips," I said, my eyes glancing over at the bright red plastic bag that held fried, crispy, orange goodness in the shape of a tortilla chip. They were teasing me. Caleb and I were watching a movie in the movie theater in his huge mansion of a house. Caleb and I had been best friends since kindergarten when I licked a crayon and stuck it in his ear. Ever since, we've been inseparable... and he calls me Willy; like a wet Willy but with a crayon. Caleb was a deep tan color, like my mom. He had dark curly hair when he let it grow out, but he rarely did. His eyes were a warm dark brown that I had grown to love, and his teeth were perfectly white and straight. It made since that he was good-looking though. He was on the cover of almost every teen or Hollywood magazine, and had about a million fold out posters of him, shirtless and clothed, for girls to tack up on their wall and fantasize over. It was kind of sickening actually.

"Willy, those chips are going to make you fat and orange," Caleb said, poking me in the side. I stuck my tongue out at him before I reached across him and grabbed them myself.

"Loser," I muttered, stuffing a chip into my face. He gave me a sly look before he pounced on me. He knocked me on to my back and sat on my waist. He tickled me as I tried to bat his hands away. "Stop it," I laughed as my face grew bright red.

"Just admit that you're jealous because girls love me and I'm famous," he chuckled. I tried to slap his hands away with no success.

"Stop it, Caleb!" I begged, breathlessly.

"Say you love me," he said. I laughed and laughed until I finally couldn't take it anymore.

I love you," I gave in. He stopped tickling me and smiled

he slid off of me.

muttered He laughed and kissed

me darling," he said in a voice that reminded me of Edna Mode, the fashion designer from the Incredibles. I suppressed a laugh

I snapped another chip into my mouth. We watched the movie quietly. That was one thing I loved about watching movies with Caleb. He wasn't that much into commentary. I stood

had been best friends forever, my mom

muttered. "Can you give me a ride home? My parents are working late tonight," I

his chest. Caleb was way taller than me. His arms draped across my arms and down so

sighed. Lela was my younger sister. We were six years apart which meant lots of fighting. I loved her because I had to,

argued. I rolled my