I know I'm a terrible person for making ANOTHER story but I just had this one in mind for - literally - months and I needed to write it.
It's sort of inspired by Beautiful Creatures, but it's different.
So I'm sorry. I'll continue the other stories.
IN THE MEANTIME please R&R and tell me if I should continue with this story *I probably will anyway because tbh this is my favorite story I've written so far*
I'm not exactly your average sixteen year old. I know, that sounds corny as hell, but hear me out.
My name is Santana Lopez, and I am a Dream Walker.
Yeah, I told you I wasn't average, didn't I?
Dream Walkers are people who can wander into the dreams of those they met. How, you ask? Well, it's easy – once you get the hang of it. You just think of that person right before you fall asleep, and your dreams will combine. However, they'll have complete control of the dream, so anything can happen, really.
But here's the catch. We walk into people's dreams, but we can also walk into their nightmares. The nightmares can be just as real for us as they are for them, and with us there, the nightmares will be more realistic.
Another catch: wherever we are, whatever we're doing, we can be pulled into someone's dream if they call for us. It gets annoying as hell. Luckily, we can pull the "oh I have narcolepsy" excuse, but that excuse can only be used so many times without any medical evidence, right? Especially when the person who keeps calling you to their dreams is on the other side of the goddamn U.S.
So that brings me to my 'situation'.
You see, as I said, we can only go into the dreams of those we've met, and they can call us to their dreams whenever they want. But my issue is... the person who keeps calling me doesn't know me. She doesn't know my name, where I live, or what I am. Hell, she doesn't even know that I'm real.
But almost every time she sleeps, she subconsciously calls out to me. I don't understand what the hell keeps happening or how, but I keep getting pulled into her dreams.
And they're always happy. They're somewhere peaceful, like the woods, a small clearing, a meadow, etc.
So, naturally, living on the other side of the United States is a big problem for this situation. She falls asleep in school a lot. So she'll just be in first period and I'll be in like third doing some sort of Algebraic equation when suddenly bam! I'm in a meadow beside the girl.
It's frustrating!
When I told my papi about it, he turned pale – which isn't good since we're Latino and ethnic people shouldn't turn that pale – and said we'd move to wherever the girl was.
People sometimes have dreams about the areas they live in, so I pieced together some clues and found out she lived in Ohio. She mentioned some place called "McKinley High" at one point, so we'll move to whatever town that's in.
Yeah, she talks to me a lot. She seems rather fond of me, actually.
But enough of that. Now that you're all caught up with what I am and what the hell is going on in my life so far, it's time to begin the real story.
"So, who's this mystery girl we hear so much about?" Quinn teased from the seat beside me.
We were on an airplane, on our way to Lima, Ohio. Chasing some random girl I don't even know. Nothing out of the ordinary here.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "All I know is that we've never met, but somehow she keeps calling me into her dreams."
"How romantic." The blonde cackled.
Quinn is my best friend and step sister. Ugh.
"Shut up!" I whined. "It's not like that! Besides, I don't even know if she plays for my team..."
I turned to look out my window. The night sky passed by slowly, and I let my mind wander.
"Aw, it'll be okay, S." Quinn patted my back. "I'm sure this'll all go alright."
"I hope s-" I cut off and everything goes black.
Suddenly I'm not on the airplane anymore. I'm in the woods and it's pitch black, the only light being provided is from the bright moon, which is casting an eerie pale glow over the fog that settled itself around me.
It's so quiet, it's loud. You know that silence when your ears and mind just ring loudly? That's all I could hear.
Where's the girl? Usually I'd see her by now-oh, there she is.
Her tall body collides with mine and knocks me to the cold, damp ground.
She was running, and she's breathing heavily.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
She looks like she's just seen a ghost; her eyes are wide and full of terror.
"W-We have t-to r-run!" She exclaims.
"What-" I begin but she grabs my hand, yanks me up beside her, and pulls me along with her, running at top speed.
Even though I'm in rather good shape, it takes me a while to be able to run next to her without staggering.
"What's going on?" I ask.
I'm answered by a loud snarl behind us and a warm breath on my neck. My body wants to freeze and run all at once, so I hesitate for a second, then suddenly burst forward with a surge of adrenaline.
"What the fuck!?" I yell, hopping over the fallen branch of a tree.
We run towards the moon, its dim light guiding us through the thick forest.
Branches and thorns whip at our skin, but we keep going. It's chilly, but we're sweating.
From her tight grip on my left hand, I feel slight tingles.
I look to the corner of my left eye and focus on her. She's gorgeous in the moonlight. Her pale skin seems to glow, and her golden hair is like quiet sunshine whispering through the darkness. Even though it's nearly pitch black, I can tell her eyes are a brilliantly bright shade of blue. Her muscular legs are straining with the effort to keep her standing and running, but she maintains an all-in-all even pace.
Behind us, we hear stomping and another warm breath tickles our spines. Terror is beginning to takeover us. Soon we won't be able to move, our fight or flight response will completely freeze just like us. We'll become statues.
Suddenly, the gorgeous girl is ripped from my grip as she falls to the ground.
The steps are right on us, now, and the growling is louder than ever.
A sudden urge to protect the blonde takes over me and I turn to face the beast.
I am met with a large, looming shadow. Its red eyes pierce my very soul with such horror I am instantly frozen in place. I shake violently, and the girl's hand, still firmly grasped within my own, begins to shake, too.
"You have to wake up!" I order the girl.
"I can't!" She wails.
"Wake up!"
"I don't want to leave you!"
"You won't, I'll be fine. I promise! Just please, wake up!"
As quickly as it had appeared, the forest is torn away from my sight and I rip open my eyes with a loud gasp.
"San! Are you okay? My god I thought I lost you! You were sweating and panting and fucking hell, San, you scared the shit out of me!" Quinn gasps.
"S-Sorry," I stammer, still trying to catch my breath.
"What happened?" She asks.
"A-A nightmare, but..."
"But...?"
"It was... so... real." I all but whisper.
"Everything's gonna be alright. It was probably just a regular ole night terror." Quinn assures me.
"Yeah," I nod.
"Let's just get some sleep," Quinn yawned.
I sigh and shut my eyes.
Brittany's POV
I snap my eyes open with a gasp and I sit up.
Lord Tubbington watches me as I catch my breath from the too-real-dream.
"W-What was that?" I whisper to myself.
The girl from my dreams was there again; as usual. I wonder who she was. Maybe I should ask her name next time.
I look over at my clock and see it's about three o'clock in the morning. I groan and lay back down on my side, pulling Lord Tubbington against me so we could cuddle. My heart was still beating frantically in my chest, and my lungs hurt as if I'd just run a marathon.
Just as I drift off into sleep again, I think of the girl.
Who is she?
I look at the mirror again. This is like the fifth time I've made sure I looked perfect.
I'm not exactly popular at school, but I still try to look my best. Actually, to be quite honest, I was one of the least popular.
People call me a freak and an idiot, and I'm in Glee Club, so all-in-all I'm one of the losers.
I hear a car honk outside and skip out the door with a "bye mom!" and practically run to Rachel's Prius.
"Mornin' Rach!" I greet cheerfully.
"Morning, Brittany." She sends me a smile before pulling the car away from my house.
We spend the rest of the ride to school in silence. We walk side by side to our lockers – which are next to each other – then to homeroom.
This is gonna be a long day.
As usual, I'm falling asleep in Geometry. I can't help it! It's all so boring!
Just as I'm about to pass out, someone clears their throat, catching my attention immediately.
They sounded new, like they had never been here before, judging by the slight shakiness in their voice.
"Hi, I'm new here. My name is Santana Lopez." An all-to-familiar voice states from the doorway.
I look up and freeze instantly.
It's her. The girl from my dreams.
She's real.
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