My eyes flashed open and I jumped as the window slammed shut.

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I sat impatiently on the edge of my seat. What was wrong with me? I need to get a grip; it's a dream for crying out loud! A little voice in my head thought otherwise. I thought over the possibilities it was showing me. Well, first of all, I know my imagination isn't that perfect, to produce something as flawless as a prince, it's not possible! Even after seeing his eyes for the first time and I know that the image that's still in my head is nowhere near as close to what I saw. But what I felt! The touch was impossible to imagine. It's very difficult to explain, but it was so real! Ugh. That's it, I've finally cracked – I'm crazy. Crazy enough to have been sat here stressed over a load of nonsense for nearly 2 hours.

It feels like something more than just a dream. Usually something funny or scary happens yet in this one nothing at all. This... man, I don't know why I always think of him as a man, I mean he can't be any older than 17, but the word 'boy' is just not him, he just holds me close to him every stinking night like I'm a teddy bear! Why? Why can't he see that he's annoying and leave-what the hell am I on about? See, now you know about the craziness. If I'm honest, then these are the best... and worse dreams I've ever had. They terrify me when he gets so close and I see every thing but his face, it's so unsettling. He always seems so sure, so happy and deep down I like the dreams very much, I'm used to them, its comforting to have someone like that, someone who seems to love you so much that he tries to spend every second possible with you. And when he chuckles it's like the butterflies in my stomach are having a party. I admit that I like the dream but that doesn't mean they don't terrify me. But yesterday it was even worse, when I saw his face all the doubt vanished and I was questioning myself: Why do I resist? It's so perfect, why argue? He wants me and I'm hurting him, how can I do this? He's not lying to me, I can see it. And I remember I could. I could see it, and I wished I hadn't.

I wonder what my mom would say. She would (ask what he looked like and if it's a guy from school,) say that I'm reading into this too much and to forget about it. That's kind of hard when I dream about him every night. I know that it's a dream, I know that dreams aren't real, I know I probably shouldn't tell anyone because they'll think I'm crazy, and I just know that there's something more to this! But what?

I heard the sound of tyres on gravel and figured my mom was home from work. Was it seven o'clock already? I would have to go to sleep in a few hours. Just thinking about what was coming made me nervous. I grumbled irritably as I remembered what he last said.

"Hey mom!" I called to let her know where I was as the door slammed shut. My mom had been acting quite strange lately. I don't think it's just work, maybe she's just upset that her little baby is growing up.

"Hey honey, I thought you'd be out with your friends today?"She asked as she hung her coat up.

"Yeah, I cancelled on them. Didn't feel like it. How come your home early, it's only half past six." I wondered aloud when I noticed the time. It wasn't like her to be here before seven.

"Not much to do so Max let me off early tonight, said I needed a break what with all the paper work he's got me doing." She shuffled around the kitchen, she wasn't looking at me. I didn't think much of it, she's just a little stressed, as usual, that Max is a right little idiot; after all one person can only do so much.

I got up and went into the living room, flopped down onto the sofa and aimlessly started flipping through the channels on the TV. I ate dinner quietly, nervously and my mom was the same. When it was half past twelve I asked her why she hadn't yelled at me to go to bed yet. She just ignored me and started glancing at the clock every five minutes. Just watching her was making me anxious too, not that I already wasn't. She had began to get real clingy a few months ago and when she wasn't eating or sleeping she was hanging around me.

After about ten minutes she turned the TV off, I got up thinking about what would happen tonight when she grabbed my hand and I obediently sat back down.

"Er, mom is everything alright?" I watched her as she bit her lip.

"Yes honey, e-everything is f-fine. It's just that I'm expecting a v-visitor, an old friend really. He said t-that h-h-he'd like t-to meet... you."She looked up at me as I sat confused.

"What's really going on? You look like you're about to cry, who is it?" I was worried about her. Who is this person?

"He's a good person, y-you don't have to worry about anything." What had brought this on? How long has she known about this 'visitor'? I hugged her tightly and tried to soothe her.

"He'll look after you, I'm sure." She whispered as she clutched me a bit too viciously.

"What?" I was being kicked out? No. Given away? That's what it looks like. Or taken?

The door bell rang.

We sat there and waited, I was frozen. What's happening? How long has she known? Why hadn't she told me before? Who was he? My grip weakened and on her and she stood up, my hands falling limply onto my lap. She went out into to the hall and it took me a minute to snap out of my daze and follow slowly.

She had already opened the door and I noticed it was raining. There he was, smiling at her and messing up his dark wet hair. Of all the things to think about and I just have to remember that even after six months he never told me his name.

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I couldn't breathe. No way, no way, no way! I can't believe it. It can't really be him. But he's right there; a few steps closer and I can touch him. No, it's just another dream; I must've dozed off on the couch. But why would the dreams suddenly change like that? And how does my mom fit into any of this? It's real. It can't be! Touch him!

My mom stood close by, watching me warily while rocking forwards and backwards on the balls of her feet. He just stood there and stared at me, smiling a little. He had the strangest expression on his face; it was almost as if he was relieved.

I stumbled forward, I was so close and-I tripped over my own feet. He was there immediately to catch me. I looked at him, he was so close. It was all so familiar, the heat in my cheeks the breath on my face. Then I saw them. Those eyes, this is definitely real. They were changing repeatedly, flickering into light pinks and blues every now and then. Wow. My heartbeat accelerated to a quick thud-thud-thud and my breath came unevenly. This was too much. I instantly regretted that thought as he straightened up, letting go of me and turning to my mom.

"It's very nice to see you again, Mary." He smiled warmly at her and I nearly fell over again. She knew him?! Wait, I'm going with him?! I was right; he wasn't just a figment of my imagination. He was real. And he was here, right in front of me. He shook hands with my mom who seemed very happy that I was still conscious. As long as I'm not lying flat on my face on the floor she'll see no problem. If she had known about this couldn't she at least given me a bit of a heads up? Ugh, of course she'd forget and remember at the last minute. But, October is not last minute; she had three months to tell me! Break down the fact that she's sending me away! She knew I'd freak out, I know that she knew that I'd freak out, but even if everyone did know it doesn't stop the fact that I'm freaking out!

Author's Note:

Thank you very much for reading. Please review, it's very helpful. I've nearly finished that picture; only need a few more hours, pity I haven't got the software for the scanner though. Anyone know any good places to download from? I'm sorry the chapters are so short but I get distracted easily like right now I need to go draw. Bye x

(If you do review tell me if he should have a lip ring! I'm asking you so you have to review to tell me! I'm evil hehe...)