Andrew lay peacefully on his bed. He was waiting for someone. Nicole stood in the hallway, not wanting to disturb his adorable sleep. As she approached, Andrew sat up. He looked lovingly toward his girlfriend, and patted the bed. Nicole sat down softly and gazed into his emerald eyes with specks of brown.
"Wake up sleepy head. It's 5:30, time to get up and out of bed." Nicole rolled over and opened her eyes. She cursed at the alarm clock. Nicole showered and scrambled to the bus stop. She boarded number 14 downtown to school. All the while, she tried to forget her dream, but it was always there. Bright and vivid, she remembered as if it were seconds ago.
School was a blur. All she remembered was talking to her best friend Emily in the hall. "How are you doing Nicole?" Emily asked.
"I'm fine." Nicole motioned for Emily to follow her around the corner where there weren't as many people. "I had another dream about Andrew last night. It was so real. I could almost touch him. I wish he would come back. "
" Nicole, Andrew is dead. You know I'm the last one that would say this, but you have to realize Andrew isn't coming back. He's dead Hun." Nicole ran into the girl's lav where she burst into tears. Everyone thought he died in the car accident. But she knew he hadn't. He was around somewhere. If he wasn't then where was the body?
"I'm not dead, you know that," said the familiar voice in Nicole's head.
"Where are you?" Nicole screamed. "What good is a boyfriend when he isn't here?" She fell to the cold, ceramic floor. "Why did you leave me here?" she moaned, tears streaming down her face.
"I didn't leave you my love. I would never leave you. I'm here, it's just not safe for you to see me yet. Please don't cry."
"But I'm alone. No one believes me. They all think I'm grieving in a psychotic way." The lights went out and Nicole felt the warmth of Andrew's arms around her. She stopped sobbing, and felt a little better.
The lights came on again. There was an address written on the fogged up mirror. Nicole took out a pen and copied it to her palm.
Nicole boarded the bus downtown. The address was that of an old townhouse where she and Andrew had shared their first kiss. At far as Nicole knew it was abandoned.
She lifted the old brass knocker. The man who opened the door seemed like someone out of the 1800's. His white shirt had billowy sleeves and ruffled cuffs. His pants were tight and black. His shoes appeared unlike any Nicole had ever seen. His black hair was longer than normal, but not long enough to stop him from qualifying as good looking. His eyes were a blue sapphire, alluring and mystifying.
Nicole blushed as she realized she was staring. "You must be Nicole," the stranger said. Even his voice was charming. He spoke low and slowly in an old fashioned manner. "Andrew said you'd be coming. I just hadn't expected you so soon. Please do come in."
As Nicole sat in the plush, old fashioned sofa, she was confused. What hadn't Andrew told her? Who was this mystery man? What was she doing in this house? She looked over at the mystery man, wondering.
"Did Andrew tell you why you're hear?" He asked. Nicole shook her head slowly.
"Wake up sleepy head. It's 5:30, time to get up and out of bed." Nicole rolled over and opened her eyes. She cursed at the alarm clock. Nicole showered and scrambled to the bus stop. She boarded number 14 downtown to school. All the while, she tried to forget her dream, but it was always there. Bright and vivid, she remembered as if it were seconds ago.
School was a blur. All she remembered was talking to her best friend Emily in the hall. "How are you doing Nicole?" Emily asked.
"I'm fine." Nicole motioned for Emily to follow her around the corner where there weren't as many people. "I had another dream about Andrew last night. It was so real. I could almost touch him. I wish he would come back. "
" Nicole, Andrew is dead. You know I'm the last one that would say this, but you have to realize Andrew isn't coming back. He's dead Hun." Nicole ran into the girl's lav where she burst into tears. Everyone thought he died in the car accident. But she knew he hadn't. He was around somewhere. If he wasn't then where was the body?
"I'm not dead, you know that," said the familiar voice in Nicole's head.
"Where are you?" Nicole screamed. "What good is a boyfriend when he isn't here?" She fell to the cold, ceramic floor. "Why did you leave me here?" she moaned, tears streaming down her face.
"I didn't leave you my love. I would never leave you. I'm here, it's just not safe for you to see me yet. Please don't cry."
"But I'm alone. No one believes me. They all think I'm grieving in a psychotic way." The lights went out and Nicole felt the warmth of Andrew's arms around her. She stopped sobbing, and felt a little better.
The lights came on again. There was an address written on the fogged up mirror. Nicole took out a pen and copied it to her palm.
Nicole boarded the bus downtown. The address was that of an old townhouse where she and Andrew had shared their first kiss. At far as Nicole knew it was abandoned.
She lifted the old brass knocker. The man who opened the door seemed like someone out of the 1800's. His white shirt had billowy sleeves and ruffled cuffs. His pants were tight and black. His shoes appeared unlike any Nicole had ever seen. His black hair was longer than normal, but not long enough to stop him from qualifying as good looking. His eyes were a blue sapphire, alluring and mystifying.
Nicole blushed as she realized she was staring. "You must be Nicole," the stranger said. Even his voice was charming. He spoke low and slowly in an old fashioned manner. "Andrew said you'd be coming. I just hadn't expected you so soon. Please do come in."
As Nicole sat in the plush, old fashioned sofa, she was confused. What hadn't Andrew told her? Who was this mystery man? What was she doing in this house? She looked over at the mystery man, wondering.
"Did Andrew tell you why you're hear?" He asked. Nicole shook her head slowly.