"Sometimes, Your Best Dream Can Be Your Worst Nightmare"

Golden Italic's with an outline of jet black painted along the 4 graffiti filled walls. Dazzling be-jewled letter's slung carelessly across the walls forming my name, sparkling in the darkness. Black leather jacket slung across the snow white zebra print chair sitting idly in the corner, silver zipper's gleaming in the river of silver moonlight shining through the clear balcony doors. Both new and old clothes slung across the silky blankets of my queen sized bed, along with an assortment of items that needed to find their place in my new bedroom.

Flat screen TV hung on the wall next to two large speakers, for my love of music. My old wooden guitar sat pushed against the wall next a rack of CD's and DVD's, compliments of VideoMax.
Did I mention Max owned a video store on the boardwalk? It was quite popular actually..

The closet was placed across from my bed, filled with nothing but air, and shelf's.
The bathroom door was placed at the far end of the room, about 7 feet away from the double doors that led to the large balcony that over looked the beautiful garden that mom tended to daily.
The bathroom, as mom had explained, held everything from towels to any make-up product a girl needs.
There was nothing I disliked about the bedroom, everything was perfect... It was everything I could have ever wanted.

This home was everything I've ever wanted. But I still don't understand how this could all happen in the small 2 month span I was away.
I mean, I'm not complaining. Hell! What's there to complain about? I was living the life, along with the 3 people I loved, But I just don't understand how this all could happen so fast.
Mom was re-marrying some guy she hardly knew, Sam was hanging out with these 2 kids who call them self's 'The Frog Brothers'(No,
You've heard me right, the frog brothers.. I'm not kidding you.. He told me while mom gave me a tour of the house...), And Micheal.. Mike was the same, but I could tell something was up.
Something was up with everybody, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.
But than again, maybe im over exaggerating.. I mean, people can't just 'Change' over two months, not dramatically. Everyone acted the same, it's just that I've had a gut feeling ever since my mother met me a the door.. Things just don't seem, right.

Maybe it's the jet leg.. I'm probley over thinking everything.. I'm just worried that Max will ruin my life. This is a dramatic change, so maybe its just the boatload of trauma that's coming along with it.

But I cant help but worry! Everything was so different now.. My life was changing, for the better or the worst, we'll probley never know.
Only time can tell, and im willing to wait.
But If Max, as he calls himself,
thinks he's going to just mosey on into my life and change my family, that's NOT going to happen. Maybe Micheal and Sam don't have the balls enough to stand up to him(I know Sam doesn't.), I do. I maybe a chick, but I've been told my attitude is killer.. And maybe that's just what our new 'Father' needs to see.. He is going to see us in our worst right?
Right now, with Max..
There's a very thin line between Love and Hate, and he's slowly wavering towards the Hate' side.. So he better start proving himself before it's to late.
Because let me tell you one thing,
When I try against you, I turn against you. No 'if', 'ands', or 'buts' about it, when I'm done, I'm done. And I really hope Max is willing to Max the right decision's, because i'll tell you something.
I'm not dealing with any of his bullshit, and I think he and my family know that too.

A low yawn escaped my lips as I curled up at the foot of my bed. Maybe this was all just a dream.. Maybe when I wake up, I'll be back in Phoenix cooking Aunt Susie KD, listening to her scream at the television screen.
Yeah, Fat Chance.

'Missy... Missy...Missy...'
His husky voice echoed through out my head, stretching my name as if it were a mile long. His voice was distorted, but I knew it was a man from the vibe it was sending off.

A group of motorbikes rumbled together in sync as a blurred figure rushed before my eyes. He was tall and slim, but his body was well-built. I couldn't pick out his clothing, nor his face, all I could see was his dark silhouette walking in the darkness.
"Missy, Your so close.." He whispered as he advanced towards me, closer and closer he walked. His dark silhouette sending off an eerie white glow, like an angel's hallow, but the vibe was dark, almost terrifying, yet I stayed in place.

'Tap Tap.
Tap Tap.
Tap Tap.'

A shiver ran down my spine as I listened to his reputious footsteps pound the ground underneath him.
I listened until the only sound I could hear was his and my breathing combined. He stood in front of me, yet I kept my gaze to the ground, in fear I would find out whoever the mystery man was. He's been haunting my dreams ever since I could remember, yet I've never seen his face, nor his clothes. It was as if he was hiding his identity from me. And after so many years of not knowing who he was, something inside of me told me I didn't want to know.. It scared me.. "Missy.. Your so close." He repeated, his voice echoing in the night. I swallowed hard as my smokey eyes squeezed shut. All I could hear was the faint tapping of his footsteps as he left me alone to stand in the darkness.

'Tap Tap.
Tap Tap.
Tap. Tap.'

"MISSY!?" A familiar voice moaned quietly. The sound of the familiar voice slowly dragged me out of my haunting dreams. I knew exactly who it was. There was no one on earth who had the high pitched voice that kid had.

Sam.

"MISSY!?" He repeated as the light flicked on filling my new bedroom with a golden glow.
I groaned and rolled on my side, groggily rasing a pillow to shield my eyes from the stinging light. I had that pillow to my eyes as if my life depended on it, well, my life didn't depend on it, but my sleep did. And so did my dream.. I've never been so close to seeing his face, he's never been so close to me before. I could have seen the mystery man for the first time in my life.. What was holding me back?
One simple awnser that I would never admit to anybody but myself.. Fear.
Fear of seeing the person that's been following my dreams regularly, Fear of seeing what this guy looked like.. Everytime I've thought about those dreams, The first thought that comes to my teenage mind is 'Freddy Cougar', and he's not the kind of guy who I want to fuck with.
And lastly,
Fear of finally meeting him...
He's never sent off red flags like my thoughts of Freddy Cougar have.
Damn him. (Of course he's a fiction being, but come on.. Don't tell me you haven't thought about Freddy Cougar after you've had a nightmare? Expessially reoccurring ones.. Like in all the movies..
Yeah.. Right.)

But yet, I have a feeling of.. Love, towards this ghostly man. I know how creepy and really abnormal that sounds, but I cant help but feel, attracted to this guy.
It's an unexplainablt feeling, explaining the feelings I have towards this guy would be like explaining how water taste(Which is nearly impossible, by the way..)
I can't explain it.. He's just so.. Intriguing.

"Missy.. Please get up!" Sam groaned while his footsteps echoed towards me. I shivered.
Footsteps..

'Tap Tap

Tap Tap

Tap Tap.'

My eyes shot open as I sat up straight coming face to face with a grinning Sam. This is usually how my freaky dreams go.. The sweating, the anxiousness, the frightened feelings.. Everything was normal to me.. This happened all the time. Sadly.

His deep hazel eyes wandered to my clothes before coming back up to me. Him noticing I haven't finished unpacking wasn't the embarrassing thing.. My undergarments laying on my pillows was what he was grinning at.
I groggily lunged forward, falling on top of 'my girl things', that a little brother's eyes were never ment to see. Suddenly, sleep didn't seem so important, and I was now wide awake.
You would think I would be totally use to Sam seeing these private things of mine by now, but im not. Well, he's probley use to seeing them, but it's still embarrassing all the same, especially when you have little brothers who love to pull pranks.. It sucks, sincerely.
He simply chuckled and shook his head as my cheeks flushed scarlet. Uhh.. Little brothers, so fucking annoying.
"Sam.. What the hell do you want?" I hissed quickly, trying my best not to sound like a total bitch. But come on, not the best way to wake up.
"Mom and Max want you to get ready, they want you to be down stairs in 20 for dinner. We have guest's." Sam replied, the grin was pinned to his lips. I frowned, Dinner guest's, already?
"Who's coming?" I asked, laying to one side, yet making sure Sam didn't get a sneak peek at anything. He inhaled deeply and rolled his eyes.
"Max's boys." Ohh.. That makes sense.. Max's 4 boys..
Dwayne, Paul, Marko, and.. David? I think that was their names. Don't ask me how I remember names, I just do. My teachers were always jealous that I could remember everyone's name in the first few days of school, I just laughed it off.. Thats a compliment in their case.
"Okay. Alright. Umm.. I'll be down in 20." I replied quietly, casting my gaze across the room to were my bathroom lay. Good, I could take a shower, than get ready in one of the new outfit's mom had bought me. (Yes, my mother knows my fashion, and she made very good choices with the new things she's bought for me.)
"Alright, I'll tell her. And she said to wear something nice." He replied as he trailed out of the room. "Yeah, I will." I mumbled as I began to sit up. I watched his body leave my room, that's when he spun around and chuckled darkly.
"Oh and Missy. You forgot the colorful bra on the floor." He replied, and with that, he was gone.
I gasped and shuffled to the edge of my bed where I found a pink and black lace bra sitting on the hardwood floor. I grabbed it without thinking and threw it back onto my bed. Damn him.. Did he always have to embarss me? Guess he's decided to make up for lost time.. I began to gather the things I needed for a nice hot shower, with only the constant memory's of his voice echoing through out my head.

"Missy.. Your so close.."

Authors note:

Heey! I'm Back, and so surprised at my reviews! Wow, 7 Reviews already! I love you guys!:)) Anyways first off I thought I'd be orginial and have Missy dream about her mate, but not see him. Not to fluffy, but cute.. Tell me what you think, This is the first time i've ever seen this done, so alittle nervous about it!:D Secondly, I also wanted to give Missy alittle more voice in this chapter, you know in the brackets, Uh.. Duh.. He side comments, things like that. Also nervous about that.. Haha, let me know if it fits! :))

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