When I awoke, I grabbed for my pencil and pad of paper. I had seen him tonight, but I had seen more to him than I had ever hoped for. He had told me his name. After months of dreaming about the same boy every night, I had gotten a name! And what a glorious name he had given me. Dominik. What a perfect name for the perfect being. I wrote the name underneath my latest sketch of the angel of my dreams, and tucked it away under my bed again.

I got up out of bed finally, and started getting ready for school. It was the start of the winter semester, and I was nervous to see who was in my classes. It was almost like the first day of school all over again. I spent a lot of time and effort on my hair and clothes, making sure that I looked fine before I left my bedroom. I said a quick good bye to my mom, before I headed out to the bus stop. I sat on the bench, and took off my back pack.

I look in my back pack, checking to make sure I had everything I needed. But, alas, I forgot something, like I knew I would. My book. I cursed under my breath, and debated whether or not I would have enough time to walk home and grab it, when the bus rounded the corner. Swearing again, I stood up, and swung my bag onto my back. Today was going to be a long day, I thought to myself.

"Hey!" called someone behind me, as I stood at the doors of the bus. "Rox! Wait for me!" I sighed, knowing who was calling my name. It was Jason, the boy who thought I was his friend. He was too annoying to have a lot of friends, so I took pity on the boy, and tried to be nice to him when others were not so nice.

"Hi, Jason," I said, tentatively. I climbed the steps to the bus, and headed towards the back, where there was an empty seat. I sat down, and made a point of putting my bag beside me, so that there was no room, hoping Jason would get the hint. He didn't, and moved my bag over and sat down. Jason was my age, 17, with greasy brown hair, and uninteresting eyes. He was just plain, as I was.

"Hey Roxane," started Jason. He started talking about his weekend that he just had, while I tuned him out. I was thinking about last night's dream, and the progress that had been made. He finally had a name, and this excited me. I really hoped that I would someday meet him, the boy of my dreams. Jason was staring at me, and I took the hint that I had missed a cue. I mumbled a response, and he went on talking.

As the bus rounded the corner again, and came to a stop, I realized that we were at the school. I got off the bus, and headed into the school, looking for the café to get my timetable. While I walked to the café, I caught up to a couple of girls that I vaguely called friends, and started idly chatting about our weekends, and hearing about what I missed out on by staying home all weekend.

In the café, we all separated by our last names, me going to the C aisle. When I finally reached the desk where a lady had a pile of papers, I blurted out my name as "Roxy Coulter", and the lady fished through the pile of papers, and handed me a time table. I stuttered a thanks, and turned to leave.

But, of course, I couldn't leave gracefully, oh no. I had to run into someone like an idiot. He dropped the books he had been holding, and all the papers poured out of them. I felt so bad about it, that I bent down to assist him in picking up the pieces.

"I am so sorry about that!" I muttered, blushing a bright red. I handed him the stack of papers that I had been able to clean up, and looked up at him. If possible I blushed even deeper, and felt my jaw drop. It was him. The most beautiful boy I had ever seen. And if my dream was correct, his name would be Dominik.

"It's alright," said the boy. "Accidents happen." He paused, and took the stack of papers into his arms. He looked at me again, and tried to introduce himself. "I'm, um, Dominik…" He stuttered slightly. I stifled a giggle.

"I'm Roxane," I said, looking away. If I kept looking, I would make him think I was a fool. I would not be able to look at this boy without drooling. He was just as gorgeous as my dream, except, here he was, right in real life. Picking up the papers I made him drop.