Sorry it took so long to update with another chapter. It's been pretty hectic lately. Buuuuut i finally wrote this for you guys. I hope you like it! Don't forgot to review. (:

I still don't own most of this...sadly. :(


First thing I realized was that I was still lying on the ground. The pavement had gotten colder as it always did when nighttime began to fall. My conciseness was slowly coming back, and I grew more aware of where I was, and where I was at.

I still refused to open my eyes. I began to remember the dream, or was it a vision? I don't even know, but I grew angry. It angered me to realize that I was back in the real world. Where I was miserable, and trapped inside of my own dreary life.

I told myself that the man I was holding inside that dream had to of been real. Yet, the longer I lay here the more doubt began to creep into my stomach. What if he wasn't? I'd be searching my whole life for some man that might not even be real? I had been so sure? Am I now? Yes, I have to be. He has to be real. That love I felt from both him and me couldn't have been imagined. Could it? I was driving myself even crazier with all these questions I didn't have answers to.

Minutes must have gone by with me just lying here, eyes closed, now crying. I didn't know anything anymore. It took one very odd and crazy dream to throw my entire world out of whack. Granted I wasn't too happy beforehand. I had spent years already with this ache in my heart that there was something more, trying to reach out for something almost intangible, yet almost within my reach.

"Oh my god, is she okay?" Is what I kept hearing in hushed whispers around me. I had been aware of them before, but for the sake of the million questions I had in my head I'd ignored them.

I had an answer to their question. No, I definitely was not okay. I'm lying in the middle of a cold sidewalk crying over a man that might not even be real. To me, that would generally mean there was something definitely not right.

My phone continuously buzzed in my pocket. It was probably my mom. I was definitely grounded by this point. Even though I had no control over this it would still magically be my fault. As result I'd be stuck cleaning something, or doing some other mindless chore on top of my other ones for weeks. The only thing different about my life grounded and ungrounded was my happy hour. Where I'd go off and do something crazy and outrageous.

At that moment I felt someone's hands on me. I wanted to tell them to get off, but in order to do that I would have to clear my throat, and whoever was "tending" to me was close and I didn't want to cough on their face. Their fingertips started to reach my face, and I chose that as the right time to turn my head and cough.

"Oh sweetie, are you okay?" My neighbor asked hysterically. She was the stereotypical nosey lady from next door. Her husband had died years before, and all she had left was her cats and people watching.

"I'm fine," I managed to cough out again. I turned to look at the person attached to those fingers. He wasn't my 'dream guy' but he was still very…very cute. His hair was a light shade of brown with a hint of red. I bet if you caught it in the right light it would be a bronze color. His eyes were a unique green color that I had never seen before. He smiled and handed me his jacket. I became confused.

"Your skin is cold; you need to warm up with something." He shook it in front of me again and I took it.

I turned to look at the small crowd around me. I leaned over to whisper in his hear. "Please tell me nobody called the paramedics. I'd be mortified." He chuckled sort of low hearty. "No, I told them to let me check you first."

I sighed in relief. I started to shiver and choose that moment to put on the jacket he gave me. "Thanks," I said looking at him. Yet again my phone started to buzz.

"You better answer that, it must be important."

I looked at my phone. My eyes bulged; I'd been laying here for half an hour. My mother would definitely be furious when I got home. She had called me a dozen times, and left me various messages. Each message got more and more angry. I frowned.

"Oh, what is that face for? Whoever just upset you they are a horrible horrible person." He said as he helped me up. "Here, I'll help you get home." He turned around to the rest of the group. "She's fine everyone; must have just fainted. I'll get her home safe; you guys can go home now." People with worried looks began to disperse with confused or worried faces.

"So where are you heading?"

"Oh, about four houses down." I smiled sheepishly.

He chuckled again. "Well that makes my job easy!"

I half smiled as I dusted off my clothes. I really didn't want to go home. As much as I shrugged it off. I really didn't like the wrath of my mother when she's angry. Her face turns red and you would swear that you could see steam coming out of her ears.

As we started to walk he looked at me closely. His eyes were scrutinizing each of my movements. "I'm not going to topple over again, you know. " A slight blush came to his cheeks. I don't think he realized that I knew he was looking. Our eyes met and his lip began to quiver a little. Like he was trying to say something but he couldn't think of the right words.

As if to break the tension of awkward feeling he coughed. "So, why did to topple over in the first place then?"

The sheepish look came to my face again. "Um, I had a headache."

He looked at me puzzled. "Does it hurt now?"

"No…"

It got quiet. "Good"

Then we came to a stop ending our little walk much quicker than I hoped. I looked at my house with the most dreadful look I could muster. I had hoped that he saw it and I'd be able to stall going in.

As if he read my mind he responded. "So, um, I didn't get your name." He reached to scratch the back of his head just like I always do when I'm stuck in an awkward situation. He seemed so familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't like the blonde god in my dream. The feeling I got from him was much less romantic.

I stuck my hand out to shake his hand, "Alice Brandy, and who may you be?" He took my hand in his and something weird happened. An image flashed before my eyes and left as quickly as it had come. Like someone had sent me a picture directly to my brain. It was of me and him standing above a chess board, shaking out hands just as we were now. My knees quivered a little and I my knees buckled.

What was with this stuff tonight?

His arms went around my back to catch me "Whoa there, are you okay? Do I need to call an ambulance this time?" I looked at him with a look telling him not to even go there. "No I'm just fine. I just had a very strong moment of déjà vu" I steadied myself back on my feet as he let go of me. "Thank you though. "

He composed himself and proceeded to answer my question. "Edwin Carson at your service," he bowed in a comedic gesture. He stood back up and I looked into his eyes. They were filled with pain and what seemed like sympathy. It had reminded me of the dream again. They looked back at me with complete recognition. Like he already knew who I was, and all this introduction was just for my benefit."

"It is just for your benefit." He responded to my thoughts.

My jaw dropped. "What, err, how did you do that?" Did he literally know how to read my mind? "Yes" I looked at him apprehensively. "Stop that, it's creepy. Plus that invades so much of my privacy right there." He looked back at me defensively. "Well you are talking very loudly. It's like you are having a conversation with yourself inside your head." I gasped. "That's rude!" And despite how much I wanted to be mad at that statement I started to laugh. This conversation felt all too similar as well.

I had no clue why but I began to start humming 'The Ants Go Marching' Song in my head that I had sung to my little sister when we were younger." He looked at me very surprised. I gave him an irritated look back. "What, do I have something on my face?"

"No" He looked up at the door a few seconds before it began to creep open.

Crap, I was about to be in for it.


Dun dun dun. The END...

JUST KIDDING. That would be really mean of me wouldn't it?

Anywho, i'll try and get the third chappie done as soon as possible.

I pinky promise. :D