DREAM: Awake
"Who…are…you?" those words came out from my mouth once I saw the girl I always dreamt of. And this wasn't the typical "I saw her in a Playboy magazine from somewhere before." She was meant for me. I have to make her remember me. We dreamt of each other. We were soul mates. I was her other half—her weakness, and my strength.
"Sir, you have to take this." She looked exactly the same—dark mysterious hair, insipid skin and deep brown eyes. Again, she was exactly the same. But, wait. It's still not her.
"Joanna," I mouthed, looking at her I.D.
"Honey, you need to take the shot. OK, I know you're scared, this was the exact same thing happened when you got hit by a bike when you were 3, so, I brought some baby wipes and I also have some gummy bears—"
"Mom, I'm fine!" I shouted. She wouldn't stop talking. And that's why I loved her. My dad looked at me, puzzled. Maybe he thought I was going crazy.
"Troy. Stop fidgeting." My dad was always strict on me. I was getting used to it. They sorta treated me like some big baby with a giant baby bottle. Ever since I was young, I was always sickly and sorta got into a lot of accidents. Yes, admittedly, I was a natural klutz.
Eventually, I took the shot and still can't wait to get out of the hospital later tonight to ask the nurse out. She might probably be older than me but I was just curious about her. In my head, I was going crazy. But, I was too intelligent that I kinda figured that one out.
"I think I know you." Well, I was probably unintelligent after all, but I also figured that one out.
"Excuse me?" She questioned. My mom and dad looked at us.
"Ah, yes, Troy. She was the one who gave you all those shots for the past days when you were still in deep coma. You probably talked since you talk in your sleep. I told you not to watch those cheesy alien invasion movies—they give you nightmares." My mom was sorta getting annoying.
"Joanna…Montez." I read her name.
"Yes, Troy Bolton?" Her tone was so sexy, and yet so sarcastic.
"That's enough, Troy." Dad was getting all so cranky.
"Could I ask you out?"
"What?" three of them, in chorus, said.
"Sir, thanks but, no thanks, so, sorry," she looked away to my parents and signaled them that she was going out. I was frustrated. I never had problems with girls but this one was damn difficult and obviously playing hard to get. When she went out, my parents looked worried. They might thought I was having hallucinations and some of those crazy stages you have when you get healed from being hit by a truck. Well this one, was totally not.
She was always in my dreams—began playing with my cerebral system and danced in my mind. I was in a deep coma when those shit happened. Of course, there was no sex. I was having a fairy-tale phase the whole time and the settings were pretty much Disney, so, definitely, nothing erotic occurred. But, the nurse in the hospital wasn't her. She just looked like another replica.
That night, we went home. I ran to my room as fast as I can—I was in the hospital for a week and I heal fast—to avoid any awkward "you're a teenager, we understand" talks. I was 21 and I still lived with my parents. I wanted to take film school but my parents insisted I take up law—but, hello? Only child here, they'd give me everything I wanted. But for the meantime, I'd stayed home and go to NYU next month when I get healed.
I couldn't sleep though. The nurse's face was really hard to picture out. Her face is finally fading. It was turning into a blur. I was so mad that I want to poke out my eyeballs and adjust some imaginary wires and switch on some clicks or something. But I couldn't. I have to go back to the hospital…
Dream….dream…dream…
A girl in her late teens walked slowly in the sea shore. She wore a long wedding gown. Smiling, she seemed like dancing in the waters. She invites Troy to join her. Her face was now clear and he remembers. She was mouthing something…
"Find me…"
"Find me…"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've deleted two of my stories. They seemed pretty lamed so I wanted to write something mature but also teen-worthy. So, this would only be a 6-chapter fanfic because if I'd make it longer, then, I'd run out of ideas. This chap is really short but the next ones would be longer and would explain about the story MUCH better. Thanks if you'd review.