You woke up the next morning confused. Was all of that a dream or was it real? That was the only thing that ran through your brain. You stumbled out of your bed, the covers and the thick sheets on it messy, along with your pillows.
You just sat back down, your body heavy still will sleep. Your thoughts kept racing back too last night.
You wondered who was that boy, and how in the world did he know you, as well got into your room.
Sighing, you shook your head. You tried to get it off your mind.
You impatiently waited for your car to warm up. The winter took it's toll and made it complicated to drive since the frost.
You groaned and leaned your head back on the seat. This was very frustrating.
Finally your car had warmed. As you began to drive out of your houses driveway, you saw a figure in the mirror.
You stopped and looked back, there was no one there.
You swore you saw that boy again. Shaking your head, you muttered about your eyes playing tricks on you. However, this small part in the back of your head told you he was real.
It told you that he was a dream. But you refused to believe it.
School, despite how much you hated it, was exactly what you needed to get your mind off him.
Yet however, you swore you still saw him.
Your friends notice that you were a bit off your rocks, and asked you.
But each time they did, you answered that you were just tired. You knew they didn't believe you, but they held their peace. They knew best not to poke at certain things, you did seem tired.
Throughout the whole day, you were indeed a bit jumpy. You swore you saw him everywhere, but your eyes were playing tricks on you, that's what you wanted to believe. I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy. . . you repeated in your head.
The whole day went in a blur, and by the time you were able to go home. You were already on it.
As soon as you pulled in, you saw him. You have had enough. You stormed up to him, "Who are you?" you demanded. He blinked at you with brilliant green eyes. His the corner of his mouth began to turn up into a smile.
"You can see me," he told you. "Of course I can see you!" you said frustrated. "I saw you last night! What the fuck were you doing in my room!" you squealed.
He blinked. "No need to use foul language, (Y/N)," he told you.
You stood baffled, "How the hell do you know my name? And don't tell me what to do!" you screamed. He stood calmly. "May you please calm down? I would like to speak to you about it without any trouble."
You let out a frustrated sigh. "Try me," was all you said.
