~ I couldn't stop looking, I knew I shouldn't stare but I just...looked. His deep brown eyes drew me in as his wispy dark curls covered his perfectly structured face and a hood shadowed his identity. His look gave me shivers that tingled down my spine and he half smirked at my confused expression but soon turned to worry. His strong, proud stance towered over me and his detailed tattoos made him a masterpiece. His mystery pondered in my mind as he stepped closer to me, his hands gradually reaching his hood, he was now inches away from me, his breath was now on me - ice cold. My heart was racing as he slowly pulled his hood down to reveal - ~
"Astrid!"
I abruptly sat up to the sound of my door banging and the agonizing sound of my alarm I'd ever so mistakenly didn't wake up to. My feet hit the cold wooden floor as I sprung out of my bed and rushed to the door to unlock it. Outside revealed a stern looking scowl that met my fatigued eyes. "Good Morning Aunt Joanne" I sarcastically grinned at the deathly glare that was locked on me. Joanne sighed heavily and pushed past me, into my room. She sat upon my unmade bed, "Your alarm," Joanne reached over and hit her boney hand on my clock, "is almost as much of a nuisance as you are!" She frowned at me as I ignored her and collected my clothes from my drawers. "Don't worry Joe, I'll be out of you hair in no time!" I shouted at her as I walked into the bathroom and started getting changed. I wasn't so sure on whether I would be out of her metaphorical hair in the next year, a lack of faith lingered on to me. "Whatever, when your dad lets you move in?" Jo sarcastically asked, I could feel her smirking with her words. I sighed and fastened my jeans up before walking back into my room where she stood there, judging everything in my room. "Yes, when he lets me move in! You've had money issues before Jo, he just needs a new place and I'll be at his in no time!" I reassured her, a slight sign of hesitance in my voice in which she rolled her eyes at. I rushed back into the bathroom and slipped my shirt and leather jacket on. My Aunt Jo always nagged me, I usually didn't mind it but when it came to my father...I couldn't help but be slightly disheartened. I peered up and stared at my reflection in the cabinet mirror, a part of me still thought of the boy...The dream almost seemed too real, like it was a sign or was going to make an impact in my life. This boy had to be real. I knew he had to be.
{oOo}
There is always needed evidence to prove a hypothesis, a perfect example of this is why I fail gym class every symester. My breath was shaking as I sprinted past rows of suburban houses and run down apartments. My legs worked the fastest they potentially could as I turned the corner to the underpass. I paced myself as I looked down at my phone, 3 missed calls and I was 10 minutes late. Great. I continued walking but lost my breath as I soon collided into something, making me stumble back. In almost a flash, a hand met with my arm, pulling me back up to lock eyes with a familiar face. My stomach tied with knots and my knees were soon weak as I quickly inspected the boy's face. Everything about him was so familiar, his lips, his eyes, his breath! The boy's eyes widened and he abruptly looked behind him, as if he was hiding from something and sprinted in the direction of where I came from, leaving a breeze and his scent behind.