I owe nothing – 'sept for Alicia she's mine! No matter how much mystery boy wants her! Oh right… I own mystery boy too

Alicia's POV

He was looking right at me. The forest's beauty around us hardly mattered compared to him. Nothing seemed to matter compared to him. He was fairly tall around 6 feet, maybe more. He had longish black hair or maybe a very dark brown. I randomly remembered somewhere in the back of my mind that there was no such thing as black hair according to our science teacher. But I wasn't really paying to any of that. I was looking at his eyes. Those beautiful bright green eyes that still managed to be dark green while shinning bright. So I didn't really see that he was pale white. Or that his fingers were long and had an oddly shaped scar on the left hand. Or that he had this long straight nose. I managed to talk. I had this strange need to hear his voice.

"Wha.. What's your name?" I stammered

"I don't think that that really matters." He said. His voice… it was beyond words. It was soft musical, but I didn't have trouble hearing it. There was something else there his voice was off somehow, but that wasn't possible – a voice that perfect, it couldn't be wrong. He started to have this light around him… a sort of shimmering, a glowing.

"Oh no… "

"What's wrong?" I asked. It couldn't be his voice. No, if that was wrong then clearly right was not the side to be on.

"Alicia you, you have to remember this! Remember!"

"What am I supposed to remember?!? You haven't told me anything! You didn't tell me who you are!" I was panicking. Did I have to leave? Was this his forest? I couldn't remember where to go… I couldn't remember where I was let alone what direction my house was.

" Ha. Who I am… a more appropriate question would be what I am…" I could hear him muttering… was that what he said? I didn't want to lose a single word that he gave me.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP"

My fist slammed down on the alarm clock. Crack. Oh crap… I think I killed it! No, no I had just killed the glass. It still worked.

"C'mon kiddo! Shake a leg! Get up!!! We have to catch our plane! If we miss it…" my mom trailed off threatingly. Yeah right. If we missed it would be because she had forgotten to get a taxi or something.

I came out of the shower still dripping. I would always procrastinate, so I hadn't quite finished packing… as in hadn't started. But, somehow things always worked out for me, so I wasn't really worried. My mom said it was because I was born lucky. She would tease me about being her lucky rabbits foot because I was so tall for my age, so I had big feet. All the better for trying to keep from tripping. But I almost always caught myself. Yet another thing that would work out for me.

I switched on my radio to get started packing. "…Because it doesn't really matter baby…." Whoa déjà vu… I could feel my brain whirling trying to figure out where I had heard this. Had I heard it on itunes or something? "…And thank you! That was the brand new band – Ghost girls' premiere of their single – "Doesn't matter" How could I be having déjà vu about something I had never heard before? Ahhh! Focus, focus! Pack. Right. My mom was a architect so we moved a lot. If she had a new project we went there to watch it happen. It was annoying at times because I never got the time to really make good friends. But by now I was used to it. I got a lot of pen pals, frequent flyer miles, and got to see more of the country than anyone I had ever met. I was really going to miss Chicago. The lights and the sounds of the city… that wasn't something that you could fake. We had been here the longest – 3 years, my mom was trying out making mansions and she made 4 before she decided that she liked smaller houses better.

---------------------------------- About 5 hours later -------------------------------------------------

"Sweetie? We're here."

I opened my eyes, to see our new house in Washington. My mom had said that we were moving to a small town again but that we would be fairly close to Seattle if I missed the city. Yeah, Seattle was going to be exactly like Chicago. Maybe I was cranky from the flight. I had to go to school tomorrow too… For first impressions this town was not doing its best. For one thing the town only had about 5,000 people. My old school had more people! And the name… what was it again? Something weird… Plate? Spoon? No, that wasn't it. I would remember at some point. I dragged my stuff upstairs to my room, (which was painted a nice blue color) and without even attempting to unpack I collapsed onto my bed.

He was there of course waiting for me. Although I guess you couldn't say of course with him, I was lucky just to have seen him once.

"Alicia"

"Yes?" I breathed in, mmmm what was that smell? It was… intoxicating wonderful, amazing, ugh there weren't words in the English language that could describe something like this. If sunshine had a smell it would smell like this. "How can you always be here? It's unreal, even for a dream." My dreams were on average fairly realistic. I considered myself a reasonable person but I could never seem to have trouble believing in… fairy tales, I guess you could say. I also had the annoying tendency to be able to tell when it was just a dream, good for nightmares but then again, I very rarely actually had a dream so, it wasn't that big.

"Well," he replied, seeming to choose his words carefully "I guess it depends on how you look at it, really this might be real now but later when you wake up, it's not real anymore. Things are only real as you live in them. Your memories are real but still not, because your memory isn't perfect and things warp and change."

"Wow." I knew that it was a dream. No one was this perfect in real life. "Wait! You still haven't told me your name!"

"Is it really that important? Fine, my name is…"

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