Author's Note:
Hey hey hey!! Where are all my reviews? I want more!! Pretty disappointed with you people… -shakes head-
All heads turned to me, a chorus of gasps.
I closed my eyes, please, please don't be real.
Let this be a dream…
I remember feeling this strange, very quick sensation, and I couldn't breathe for a split second.
Suddenly my eyes fluttered open. I gasped.
"Oh… thank god… it was just… a dream," I sighed, holding my head.
And Charlie walked in the room. I looked at my clock. Shit.
"Sorry, Dad, I'll get out of bed now," I apologized, and started to head for the shower.
"Nuh-uh, not so fast young lady. You are in big trouble."
"Oh… okay then, lemme just take some aspirin," I said, trying to maneuver my way around his arm, which blocked my way to the door.
"No. You are in huge trouble, you are grounded."
"What? Why?" I asked, dumbfounded. I raced back through my thoughts, what did I do yesterday?
"Uh huh. Sure. Like you don't remember. Like you were the one hit by the ball. Stop playing dumb, Bella, you're already in trouble."
Ball. There was a clue! Let's see now, ball, hit, um…
"Isabella Marie Swan, do not tell me that you don't know what you did wrong. You know better than that, goddamnit!"
"Dad! Just tell me!"
"How could you do that to a boy? To Mike Newton? You are not a child! He is a nice boy, and you will apologize to him, understand me? What the hell were you thinking?"
"Hey, Dad, how did you know what happened in my dream?" I said, giggling. (a/n: I know, I'm pretty disappointed that Bella was acting so dumb too, I'm sorry!)
Smoke might as well have puffed out of his ears.
"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN! DO NOT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! GO GET READY TO COME TO THE HOSPITAL WITH ME, YOUNG LADY!!"
What? It's not a dream? No, no, no, it has to be a dream! What happened?!
Hospital:
"Hey! Are you my dad?" Mike sat up staring at Charlie.
"No, Michael, I'm Charlie, Bella's dad, remember me?" Charlie frowned.
"I thought my sister's name was Jessica," Mike frowned back.
"No, no, Bella isn't your sister, and neither is Jessica…" Charlie shook his head, and then turned to glare at me before walking out the room.
I gulped.
"Hey, Mike," I tried to smile.
"Hey, sis!"
"No, I'm not your sister, Mike."
"Oh, so Jessica is my sister?"
"No, Jessica is your girl- I mean, ex-girlfriend."
"Then who's my girlfriend? Are-are you my girlfriend?"
"No, Mike, I have a boyfriend."
"Am I your boyfriend?"
"No!" I sighed. No use.
"Then who's my girlfriend?"
"You don't have one."
"I-I don't?" he said, confused.
"No…?"
"But the girl-she was so nice to me, she kissed me, too!"
"I think that was your mom, Mike," I said, trying to keep a straight face.
"No, she said her name was Leah. Leah Clearwater," he shook his head.
"What?!"
A/N: Wow. Leah Clearwater. I wasn't sure why I put that but it was the first thing that popped into my head.