A/N: HIYA~ First chappie of first story. Pretty EXCITING! (for me) Please read and review, even! Much help is appreciated and loved! Happy reading folks! xD

Prologue: Contagious

What is a dream?

A dream is something that is not real; purely a figment of our imagination. Although; it can be based upon memory, experiences, or feelings. They are purely illusions made up from the mind.

Though; we never know how our dreams start. We always just seem to wind up in the middle of all the action. No matter how hard we think, we can never remember it.

They say that when humans are awake, only a small fraction of our mind's true potential is used; but when asleep; it is much more capable of beyond regular imagination while conscious.

What about reality, what is it? It's definitely not something made up; it's real. It's what we're living today, or so we think.

When we're falling in a dream, it feels real; but then we wake up. We only then sense that something's strange. But, if we were to fall off a cliff in reality; what would happen? Wouldwe die, or wake up? What if reality isn't real at all? My theoryis that; the human world is all just a small fraction of what's really out there. What we're really searching for isn't in here, in our tiny world, but what's really out there.

But what happens when we lose grasp of what's reality and what's a dream?

"Oh God..." I curse "I cannot write this stupid essay. Why is this so difficult?"I slide my chair back from the desk a few inches and gaze blankly, staring at the ceiling as music pours through the hole of silence 'So Contagious by Acceptance' plays as I sit and think.

"Could this be out of line? Could this be out of line, to say you're the only one, breaking me down like this?"

I mouth along. I quickly think back about the stupid essay, making my heart hang heavy and hands clammy.

'Dang 's due Monday. Today's only Friday though, but Mum wanted me to get it done sooner. I was supposed to meet up with the gang today too at the skate park. Ugh! I wish I'd done this sooner.'

"You're the only one I would take a shot on. Keep me hanging on, so contagiously"

You think about the last few sentences. "You're the only one...". 'Yeah, now that I think about it, he's pretty cute. I mean, like, his eyes. They're such a beautiful shade of blue; his crazy dark blonde hair that he looks like he hasn't brushed it since his 1st birthday. It's so peculiar; it sticks up in nearly every direction. But, he's my childhood friend though, so, I guess it's wrong for me to think that but, he's just perfect. Funny, if he were mine. My Roxas-'

I huff nervously before my train of thought is lost by a sudden knocking at the door.

"Honey, is everything alright? How's the essay going, lazy bum?" speaks a familiar, muffled voice coming from behind the door.

"Uh, yeah, Mum. Everything's just fine!"I lie, cursing silently because of my amazing procrastination skills. She slowly turns the golden doorknob and calmly walks up to the chair, gingerly placing her dainty hand on my tense shoulder. She sighs heavily.

"Having a tough time now are we, missy? You know I'm only making you do this essay 'earlier' because I know if I don't tell you, you'll do it the night before and stay up late again. Remember what happened last time? You only caught barely 5 hours of sleep and you winded up getting a D. Remember?" I glanced at the clock it reads 5:26 pm, the second hand ticking slower than it should, or so it seems.

"...Yes Mum, I do..." I admit with guilt and hang my head low, hair covering my eyes. Right that moment, the song ends and silence yet again, claims its victory over sound and invades the space of once where it was. 'What the perfect time for a song to end. This is so awkward...'

"Now, where's your essay? Is this it?" She inquisitively questions, pointing to a crumpled piece of parchment underneath my arms.

"Oh yeah. It's nothin' special though."

"You know, I swear, you're like the worst 15-year-old procrastinator I know. Anyway, so, what's the topic?" She adds not taking her eyes of the essay, following the words with those amber eyes of hers.

I peer up at the clock again, not noticing that my mum had just asked me a question, only one minute had passed. Why does it feel like forever? I eye the second hand ticking hopelessly slow, just like in a dream when you always try to run as fast as you can, but you always seem so terribly slow. 'I feel like re-playing that song again. I like it. I'm glad he let me listen to it the other day.'

A/N: Whaddaya think, huh? Lemme know, please review! Much, much help is very much needed and appreciated! If people like this, I'll upload my other completed chapters. Bye bye for now! Happy reading and reviewing! ^_^