Jacks pov

"Well that was pleasant." Alex mumbled while playing with the zipper on his hoodie. Something had been bothering me since I saw Spencer, she looked so familiar.

"Hey Alex....did Spencer look familiar to you?" I was hoping I wasn't crazy.

"Uh...no" he looked nervous as if he were hiding something, but what? If Alex knew who Spencer was he wouldn't keep it from me. Would he?

"Hey Jack-o I think I'm gonna head home." Alex said, threw me a peace sign then walked upstairs.

I thought about every detail about her hoping to find a few clues. She somehow knew my name without knowing about my band, she has the same chocolate eyes as me, she claimed she lives on Thames street... why does that address stick out? I never lived there I've bee in this house my entire life, right?

I sighed in defeat and retired to my room to sleep on it.

"Bye sis" I squealed and ruffled her silky black hair around. She never was too good at brushing it herself.

I climbed into the car, already bouncing around for practice. I loved going to soccer, I was allowed to get dirty with all my friends.

Mom climbed into the car and off we went. I was rambling on how I was going to be goalie today and I was extremely good at blocking balls.

"Jack, calm down sweetie." she laughed, her laugh was golden and it could get anybody to smile. I kept quiet for another few minutes but I still couldn't sit still.

"Oh my god!" she shrieked.

I spun my head towards the driver's window, there was a big truck speeding towards us. I felt and heard a smash, then it got hot and all I could see was flames. I heard noises in the distance and people screaming then everything went black.

My eyes flew open and I was breathing heavy.

"What the fuck?" I mumbled to myself. I had never had this dream before where was it coming from? I wiped the cold sweat forming on my fore head off with my right hand.

I glanced at the giant burn mark sitting on my forearm, mom told me it was from a curling iron when I was three. I don't remember dropping the hair tool on my arm though, and the flames in my dream... the marking stung a little thinking about the dream.

What was happening to me?

I don't have a sister, I never played soccer, and I surely wasn't ever in a car accident. I would remember all three of those if they occurred. You can't just forget things that important!

Could you?

I put my arm back down and threw my head against the soft pillow. Maybe I was just stressing about something and this was my body's way of acting. Yeah that's it. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping for a normal dream.

"Spencer give it baacckkk!" I whined running after my speedy sister. I finally caught up and tackled her into the soft grass.

"I will be taking that thank you very much." I stated matter of factly and took the toy from her hands.

"Jack! Hes mine and you didn't ask to play with him!" she glared, she always thought she was so tough.

"Well then, Spencer Andrews can I please borrow your bear so he can be my prisoner?" I batted my eyes and she giggled her curls bouncing around.

"Yes, you may borrow Freddy." then she skipped off to help mom bake cookies. Freddy the Teddy, my sister was very original.

I ran back into my room to put her toy into my prison.

"Jack Harlen! Get in here and eat some of these cookies!" my mother yelled, I could hear the smile in her voice. I ran into the kitchen with my toy handcuffs dangling from my belt loop.

"What mom demands their kids to eat cookies?" I quizzed now with a mouthful of chocolate chips.

"The kind of mother who doesn't want to gain ten pounds from being selfish" her smile was just as pretty as her laugh. I could defiantly see her being the 'hot mom' when I got older.

She picked me and my little sister up in her arms,"I love you Jack Harlen and Spencer Noelle Andrews"

I woke up one more time with more questions swimming in my pool of confused.

Who was this beautiful woman? She wasn't my mother, my mom was sleeping on the level above me.

Who was Jack Harlen Andrews? Surely not me, I was Jack Bassam Barakat!

Most importantly who the hell was Spencer and why was I dreaming of her? I hoped she would show up tomorrow for band practice, I needed to know who she was.

I paced around my room for an hour before Rian and Kara showed up. I was thankful too, I needed a good distraction before I had a mental breakdown.

"Hey bro" Rian greeted followed by a high five.

"Hi Jack-o" Kara said giving me a hug. I sat my ass down on the couch to prevent me from pacing any longer.

"What's wrong with you Jack? You aren't very chipper" note to self: blind Kara so she couldn't notice everything. "Psh whatever girlie im fine!" I said in my lisp then gave her my signature goofy grin. She rolled her eyes, not believing me but dropping the subject.

The doorbell ran again and I ran to get it. "Zachary!" I squealed trying to act similar to my child-like self. He gave me a chuckle and a head nod then went to find the other two.

We started playing video games waiting for Alexander the Diva to arrive. I was able to relocate the anxiety I felt throughout my body into my fingers. I pushed down on the controller buttons harder and faster then necessary.

I heard footsteps from the front room and just assumed it was Alex but then I heard slight whispers and I began looking at the stairway hoping god loved me today. Sure enough my wishing was effective, the brown eyed beauty hopped towards us behind Alex.

"Spencer! I squealed and ran to give her a hug. I felt her slightly flinch in my arms but I didn't worry about it. Alex introduced Spencer to the other three, "is that your new pick Alex?" Kara asked then giggled. His eyes darted around the room before answering, "not exactly...more like an old friend."

He lied to me? Why the fuck would he lie to me about knowing her? He could answer why im dreaming about her!

"You knew Spencer and you didn't tell me!?!?" I boomed. It came out more like I was pissed then I was excited. I needed answers and fast.

I grabbed Alex by the arm and forced him into my bedroom. "Alex why the shit did you lie and say you didn't know her?"

"Well because it's.." I could tell he was searching for the correct word. "complicated" he finally produced.

"And I would love to know how it's so "complicated" I said, using air quotes around his word.

He sighed and looked down to the ground. "you knew her too..." he mumbled.

"Alex...no I don't. But I am dreaming of her and some other woman." I admitted.

His head shot up and his eyes grew huge. "how old is she in your dreams?"

"Four or five" when I said it out loud it sounded like I was a pedophile.

"What did this other woman look like?" I could see him almost shaking from curiosity.

"Tall, long wavy brown hair, dark green eyes, her laugh was equal to what gold would be like if it were a sound, and she had perfect white teeth" her image was so vivid in my head it was almost scary.

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets and his jaw dropped.

"Who the hell is she?!" I asked bouncing around. "Her name was Nichelle Andrews" he replied then sadness filled his eyes.

"Alex who is Jack Harlen?" I whispered afraid of the answer.

"you wouldn't believe me if I told you." he mumbled.

"try me" I was dying to know, "Jack...it is or um was you" he said. I tried to laugh and pull a "good one" but the serious look on his face caused me to stay silent.

No! I was a Barakat not an Andrews! "stop lying" I yelled and opened the door to go back to every one else. I picked up my guitar and bitterly began to play

This was all a dream and I would wake up soon enough and there would be no Spencer and no crazy talk from my best friend.

"That was great!" Spencer was obviously impressed. But what did I care? She was the reason my brain wasn't working right.

I shrugged and went outside, I could feel the stares drilling into my back. Hazy memories filled my mind of a little girl and a beautiful mother.

God, somebody check me into the crazy home.