Just a Coincidence Ch. 3 Part A – The Costume Party.
Pale light shined through the small glass windows that were lined all around the large interior, the beams pouring weakly into the form of spotlights. The feeble shafts of the light came in a steady stream from the windows to the floor, surrounding her somewhat, as if confining her in where she stood. And all around her the same form of illumination spread across her view, seeing darks and dims that lay in a disarrangement where the light did not shine.
The steady flow of light revealed things that seemed to be dangling from above; long string-like sparkly things.
She curiously looked up.
She could tell from her straining eyes there seemed to be a broad ceiling, and from the ceiling floated dozens of balloons, their thin strings dangling from above in various soft colors. Directly overhead, she noticed a small disco ball rotating ever so slowly, the weak lights from the moon reflecting off from its squares of tiny glass.
'This place seems familiar...'
Her eyes trailed down to the wooden floorings, seeing the soft moonlight streams again, now glittering the rim of her dress. She could tell she was wearing pink, a soft pearly crimson hue. She also noted how simple the dress seemed to look from the hem of the skirt.
She looked up.
Something changed in the atmosphere, as if she was no longer alone.
She waited.
Slowly a tall figure emerged out of the pieces of darkness. It took a few more steps, making it clearer to her eyes that the figure was becoming a shady silhouette of a man. The outlined figure finally stopped midway through a soft moon spotlight, temporarily disrupting the ray.
She recognized him.
He stood right across from her, only a few inches now.
As if planned by impulse, they booth slowly reached out to one another. The palms of their hands edged closer and closer until they gracefully stopped two inches apart. Finally, the tips of their fingers softly brushed against each other, followed by their hesitant palms meeting.
Their stares, which were first focused on their hands, now moved to meet each other's. Dark sapphire clashed with light heavenly blue. This was the first time they could clearly see each other's eyes, although they were still covered by bright white masks.
'This is bliss... We're in-'
"The gym..." I breathed, abruptly sitting up.
I sat still.
My heart was pounding.
"The... gym?" They were the first words to come out of my mouth.
I blinked a few times to clear my vision. When my eyes began to focus, I looked around.
To the left, the clock read 5:55 am. I woke up unusually early.
"Oh my god..."
'The setting was dark as usual... Strings... colorful pretty balloon strings... what the hell? A disco ball?' I widened my eyes then relaxed them. I softly brushed my face with a hand then rubbed my eyes again. "The place... it's different now... It's the school gym."
For the first time since I started having the illusions in my sleep, never did I recognize anything up until now. Nothing was ever clear to me and this... all of a sudden something... a single thing became clear. 'I recognize a place.'
"But why?"
I neatly tossed my bed covers to the side. I sat at the edge of the bed and took a deep breath. I stretched. The tempo of my beating heart began to settle again. "Why the school
gym?"
I looked across the room, staring at my computer. It seemed to stare back at me- its dark screen and its silence... It was luring me to come back to it. It was no longer left untouched since last week. The encounter of someone else, knowing something about my dreams, made me use it more frequently.
It was time I wrote to him.
Tell him what I dreamt of.
I stood up and walked over to the computer, my bare feet feeling the coolness of the plush carpet. I quickly turned it on and waited for it to warm up...
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"I hear tonight's dance is going kick ass!"
"Wow."
Lita, Raye, and Amy were at the lunch version of the math tutoring sessions, leaving only Mina and myself. We were both sitting at the tables.
"Yeah, didn't you hear? Like near the end of the whole dance, they'll turn off the lights and people will have to mix themselves up so that they'll have to dance with the person they're standing in front of... during the dark!" Mina perkily chomped off a piece of cucumber. "But don't tell anyone though... it's suppose to be a secret."
"Then how the hell did you know?" I dipped a small celery stick, of course avoiding the carrot ones from a pile, into one of those tiny travel sized ranch dips. What were those black spots in the cream? Pepper? "Wait, don't tell me. You've got connections with people from inside the dance committee."
It was Friday, the day of the Masquerade ball. It was also the day of the event that I had blindly agreed in going to when Amy had held herself hostage in not attending the school activity. I had thought Mina wouldn't take my answer seriously. But I JUST HAD to open my mouth.
"Well no. Amy told me." She replied, double dipping her cucumber into the ranch dip. "It seems that she held back some information when we first met her. She's actually in a lot of school activities."
"What? How'd that happen? I thought she's barely new here." My eyes widened as I struggled with getting out bits of celery shreds in my teeth with my tongue, of course covering my mouth. "How did she get into that stuff so quickly?"
"It seems that in her old school, she did all these: tutoring, being apart of the dance committee, and joining all these clubs... they must have checked her background when she transferred in." Mina sipped from a small carton of apple juice while holding her half bitten cucumber piece. "So when she came in, they probably had offered her to come join these things again."
"That's freaky... I didn't know she was so active. Considering the fact that she didn't want to go to a school dance that she helped plan herself."
"Yeah well maybe she's modest."
"Anyway, have you started paring people up for your bash?" I picked up another celery stick. "Give me a decent partner."
"Well aren't they all decent?"
"Uh, no?" I gave an astonished look. "Remember? Some of them are idiots?"
"Oh, right..." She casually laughed as I pointed to my forehead. My bruise had almost disappeared. Just a tiny speck of purple was visible. "Yeah I'll try my best to give you someone who isn't accident prone."
"Yeah that's right. Give me priority."
"So what'cha going to wear for tonight's fun?" Mina started chewing on the carrot pieces that I ignored. "Andrew and I have cute matching costumes."
"Well... I don't exactly have one... Maybe I'll find something off of my closet-"
"What?" She froze, holding a carrot stick at the entrance of her mouth. "You DON'T have anything to wear?"
"I do it's just that-"
"Nuh-uh. There's no way in heck I'm letting you go to the dance without a new outfit." She quickly said as she resumed eating the orange colored veggies. She shook her head in disbelief. "There's NO WAY. I finally convince you to go to a dance and the first thing you'd be wearing is a farm potato sack? Um no..."
"Oh, yeah? So what do you suggest doing?" I arched an eyebrow. "Go shopping the last minute?"
Oops, I opened my big mouth again.
"Why... YES! Good idea! Props to you Serena." She sarcastically clapped, giving short bows. "Of COURSE we're going shopping, right after school."
"And how do you suppose we pay for that new outfit you're proposing I should buy?"
"What are you talking about? You're paying for it." She giggled finishing the last carrot stick. "I know you Serena. You never shop for anything fashion related. So all that money just goes to waste with those video games you ALWAYS buy. I know you didn't buy any video games lately and I also KNOW you've just gotten your allowance last Sunday."
She was right. I hadn't spent all my money lately on some new video games I've been keeping my eye on (one of my many weaknesses). She was also correct with me receiving my allowance last Sunday, after having done all that my parents wanted me to do for them and more- chores and such. The money added up. The only time I really spent anything was just last week- the journal I bought at the mall. That item only cost me a few measly bucks. I still had money, enough to spend for a single dress. "You know? I hate you when you know these things."
We sat at the table for another fifteen minutes and the bell rang. Mina left with determination in her eyes, already planning what to do with my attire for tonight and as for myself; I left the table thinking that nothing would surprise me.
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"Stick with me Serena. I've got'cha covered." My long blonde haired friend who could be easily
mistaken for a twin of mine paved her way down the mall, almost plowing through people in a hurry, as she dragged me by the hand. "We've only got about an hour and a half to look for your perfect outfit."
"But the dance doesn't start until 6:30. Why the hurry?" I tried to speak as Mina began speeding up her pace toward wherever she was going. "All I need is one stupid costume. It's no big deal."
"No big deal? It's no big deal? You're kidding!" We made a sharp turn around a jewelry store. She continued the power walk with no signs of her being tired. I began to pant. "Serena, this is a DANCE. You need to look GOOD in order to dance with people."
"Really? I don't recall that being in the rulebook." I tried to speak with sarcasm, but my quick breaths wouldn't allow me.
"It's an un-written rule."
"Says who?"
"Says Mina Minako Aino. That's who." She lightly shoved a six year old eating an ice cream cone to the side. When I looked back at the kid, the ice cream that sat on the waffle cone, which the kid held, had toppled over with a 'splat' onto his shoe. It took the poor boy a few seconds to realize what had just happened and when he did, he cried to his mother.
"Oh my god Mina. Look what you did!" I turned back at Mina when I started hearing curse words, probably belonging to the kid's mother, as we continued power walking away. I tried to stop, but Mina was actually a bit stronger than me, her firm grip around my wrist could only give a little slack. "That was mean, Mina!"
"Well sorry about that." She began slowing down when we got to another corner. "Here it
is."
We entered into a semi-famous brand name costume shop. All around the store costumes of different colors, shapes, and sizes either hung on the walls or were neatly hanging on long rows of racks. I was somewhat fascinated. Mina immediately went into an aisle.
"Here. Here. Follow me." I trailed behind her, eyeing some of the most interesting costumes. I thought I saw a unique sailor uniform with a high short blue skirt and a big red bow at the bosom of the costume. But she quickly distracted me of the item. "You know, when I was here last Saturday, I found this really pretty dress. You've just got to see it."
"Right of course. You probably had set it aside thinking you'd get it just incase you didn't like the one you were holding." I laughed with a smirk forming at the corner of my lips. "And I know YOU Mina."
Out of the both of us, already with the knowledge of me being clueless with fashion, Mina was actually the 'fashionista.' I always trusted her 'instincts' whenever we went shopping in the mall, which was rarely of course. And now was one of those rare occasions. She didn't waste any time putting her 'instincts' into use.
She giggled in response as she started sorting through some of the costumes tightly filed together, each covered in clear wrap. "I know it's in here somewhere. Like you said, I had it set aside."
"Why didn't you take the dress for yourself?"
"Duh, I had to find a costume that would match Andrew and I. That dress I put aside was a stand alone." She sorted through a few more and finally came to a halt. A wide smile plastered on her face, she dug into the rack and slowly pulled something out. "This is it. Let's see you try it on."
She thrust the dress into my arms and began pushing me toward the ladies' fitting room located at the back of the store, not giving me much of a chance to react. With another push, I hopped into a vacant stall and Mina abruptly shut the door behind me. I wobbled in front of the mirror almost losing my balance.
"You know I could've walked here on my own." I groaned looking at myself in full-length mirror across from me. "See. This is why I don't like shopping at all. You hear that Mina? It's because of you."
I lazily pulled off the plastic wrapping of the dress, slipping the hanger through the top hole. I held it up. The dress was actually quite pretty.
It was a simple soft pearly pink two-piece gown. I picked up a large cardboard tag that came attached to its side. It read, "Celestial Moon Collection: The Princess edition."
"Mina, It's a freaking princess gown." I sighed rolling my eyes as I began wearing the dress, all the while looking at the mirror. The skirt clung loosely around my waist, but it was pretty long. The torso, the second piece, was a corset and was surprisingly comfortable. Holding the corset were spaghetti straps, starting from the top edges of the chest area, over the shoulders to the lower back area and finally the strings crisscrossed to hold together tightly all the way down the back until a rather long fat droopy bow ended at the back base of the corset. I turned around once. The skirt slightly widened at my turn.
I arched both eyebrows as a small smirk formed at my lips. For once I thought I looked pretty decent... that is, in a dress.
"Mina, the dress stinks." I pretended to sound dissatisfied, still eyeing myself in the mirror. I couldn't help but twirl slightly once more.
"Come on, let me see it." She replied back. I shuffled to turn around.
"I don't know Mina... It's too pink..."
I slowly turned on the knob and pulled the door. Mina stiffened when she saw me, ignoring my comment.
"Oh... My..." She stared at me from head to toe, shaking her head in disbelief. "God Serena... You have no idea..."
"What?" I frowned when I realized that maybe the dress actually wouldn't look good on me as I thought it would. "Is it that bad?"
No response came from her. I waved a hand over her face, her expression still in a mix of wonderment and shock. Hell, why was she in shock?
"Hell... no." She slowly raised her hand to her mouth covering it. "It looks... SO GOOD ON YOU."
I blinked.
For once I was right about looking decent in a dress?
"You're kidding." I lightly laughed, turning around again once for her. "It's so- girly."
"My ASS it's girly." She began to laugh and insanely did she laugh. "The dress is perfect on you! I was right to put it aside!"
"Should I take it?" I innocently asked, as I turned around and looked at myself again in the mirror as if I wanted to confirm her statement of approval. Mina still looked at me from behind, her hand still covering her mouth. Her eyes went even wider.
She looked at my back, a huge smile on her face.
"What? SHOULD YOU GET IT?" She blinked a couple of times and then winked at me. "Man, that dress shows A LOT of your back. The corset kicks ass on you."
"I'll take that as a yes."
I was at the counter with Mina standing right behind me. The sales clerk neatly re-covered the gown with another clear wrap and folded it, placing it into a paper shopping bag. I had handed her $25.50. It wasn't a major blow to my wallet.
"Good deal." I walked out with Mina at the entrance of the store. "The dress is okay."
"Hell yeah. Just OKAY? What are you talking about? It's perfect on you! You're so lucky I found that dress before hand." She laughed as a grin started to form on my lips. For some reason a small urge to attend the dance started to form at the pit of my stomach... this is strange...
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After school, I stopped by the arcade. Once again Andrew was busy maintaining the shop. I walked in casually but my face came in with a weak frown. I tossed the plastic covered tuxedo onto the counter and dropped my bag to the side. Beryl had given me the tux earlier for the dance that I had refused to go to, which of course was tonight.
"Did you do it?" He asked without looking up, picking up one of the metal napkin holders and wiping underneath the spot. "Of course you did. You took my advice and said it was the right thing to do."
"No I didn't. She was literally saved by the bell." I dryly muttered, thinking of what recently happened with Beryl.
I had walked up to Beryl, she of course being surrounded by her 'Trendy' clique, while she started showing off both of our costumes that she 'picked out herself'. When I told her I needed to talk to her about 'us', she quickly took that as a sign to give me my costume. When I tried to explain again, the bell had rung, thus, getting her about-to-be-dumped ass saved.
I poured some lemonade from a pitcher already at the counter into a clean empty cup. "Damn it. Every time I try to walk up to her and ATTEMPT to break it off with her, something just HAS to get in the way."
For about a week now, my efforts to finally set myself loose from the grip of that controlling psychotic woman all had been major failures. The first time I tried, at the mall, she had propelled me into the men's fitting room shoving piles of 'wearables' into my detesting arms, of course distracting me of what I was trying to say. The second, in the arcade and Andrew being a witness, Beryl had stuffed a doughnut into my mouth when the first words were about to come out, simply because it was 'a new kind of flavor'. The third time was what recently happened at school.
I sighed after explaining myself to Andrew.
"Excuses, excuses." He mumbled, picking up a couple of condiment holders and wiping underneath those. "You have GOT to tell her NOW. If she keeps refusing to listen to you, do what you can. Hell, hold her down if you need to, just to get her to listen. DO ANYTHING. Because if she finds out through word of mouth..."
"All hell will break loose?"
"Amen." He did one quick node. "Just think about it. She'll complain about how she was the LAST person to know that you had dumped her. And for what? That's why you should tell her yourself so you can explain why."
"Yeah I'll just go tell myself that because that thought never entered my mind." I grumbled taking a sip of my drink. "No, I really didn't think of that."
"Hey just trying to help."
"Hey I'm just wondering... do you think she already knows?" The realization dawned on me. What else could explain the ludicrous behaviors of that woman from the past week? "Maybe that whole bit of women having that sixth sense... could it possibly be true?"
Andrew laughed. Not the response I was expecting.
"Sixth sense? You're kidding. I think Beryl finally got to your head."
I decided to get off that subject. He was right. Maybe that woman was starting to get to me. Women having a sixth sense? Who would think-
"You know? Maybe I'm better off without women. I mean they're too complicated." I idly commented breaking my own thoughts while Andrew now poured his own cold citrus drink. "They're just too hard to handle."
"Maybe the problem isn't with them. Maybe its you."
Another unexpected response.
"And what do you imply by that?"
"Man, everyday I say this to you." He leaned with his elbows on the counter. "It's the damn whole nine yards."
"More like the whole ASS nine yards to me. I still don't know what the hell you mean by that." I sighed as I looked at the tux lying on the counter top and I began to undo the plastic surrounding it. "I'm an asinine Andrew, explain to me how you can incorporate the concept of 'football' into relationships with women in general."
"That my friend is not for me to explain. You're going to have to learn that riddle all by yourself." He took a swig of his own drink. "You'll only get the answer when your heart is into it. When it's the right person you'll know."
"Well, is this a sign?" I lifted the tux to show Andrew. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The article of clothing actually looked quite decent. Hell, it even looked kind of familiar. Familiar? Probably. Since it's like any other tux, the only difference? It came with accessories- a large top black hat, a white mask and a cape. "She's making me wear this."
"And you thought you had it bad." He began smirking. "Mina's making me wear this 'Romeo and Juliet' themed costume... The idea isn't bad; it's just the tights... I have issues with them."
"Hah. What guy wouldn't have issues with tights?" I wore a wider grin. "I can't see how can you give in to Mina's decisions."
"Well I got the whole nine yards down."
"Oh that BS nine yard thing again." I poured another glass of the juice. "That's really a load of bull."
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The dance wouldn't begin for another three and a half hours. I was at home, sitting in front of my laptop, as I logged on to the Internet. The service finished loading and I opened up my browser with one swift click.
I took a deep breath and settled in my gray couch.
'That Beryl... All the other girls- they're just too complicating. I don't even know why I bother.'
The page loaded and I typed in the necessary information.
'If only that girl in my dreams were real...'
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. My thoughts led to the events that happened in
my sleep.
Images of the scene flashed in my mind. I held out my hand to her, she touched me back. She was wearing a simple pink dress. She looked like a princes... with a mask. I saw her eyes. She had clear perfect blue orbs.
'I really did see her eyes. They were so... blue.' I thought with a grin starting to form.
'And the place... The place was different.'
I opened my eyes.
The browser had finished and a list of links appeared.
GET FIVE DVDS FOR THE PRICE OF ONE
SXYTUXBOI GET BETTER LIFE INSURANCE!
MEET PEOPLE ONLINE FOR THE PRICE OF ONE!
"What?"
SXYTUXBOI TRY OUR NEW PENIS ENLARGEMENT!
I groaned. Junk mail always dominated my inbox. I hated sorting them out but since last week, when I met 'her', it was well worth the sorting.
Yes this 'girl' if she even was a girl.
"Lone1igrl... did you e-mail me?" I slowly scrolled down through the junk mail infested
list. "There you are."
LONE1IGRLJ... HAD ANOTHER DREAM, BUT DIFFERENT THIS TIME...
I arched a brow at the blue link.
"But different this time?" I echoed the last part of the sentence.
'Funny... My dream was also 'different' too.' I noted, comparing her subject header with last night's dream.
This lone1igrl, whoever she was, had told me she had similar dreams like mine. At first I didn't believe her. Hell I doubted her, but over the course of the week, she had been telling me things that I didn't expect to hear. She was overwhelmingly accurate. Everything she said- I had them. But I wasn't really at the stage of believing every word she said.
This person held back from me. I noticed in the choice of words she used. Sometimes she was
accurate... sometimes she was general with the details. And-
I clicked.
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TO: sxytuxboijch. HAD ANOTHER DREAM, BUT DIFFERENT THIS TIME...
Hey, good morning sxytuxboi. I just woke up five minutes ago.
I had a dream about him as usual but... Something else is different about it. All I can say is that the setting is now different, actually I can recognize the place, I saw his eyes clearly though he was still wearing a mask, and that we didn't dance.
Reply when you get the chance to. Thanks.
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I was getting this strange feeling whenever I read any of her messages, setting my thoughts in rapid motion. I instinctively felt she was right, yet consciousness and common sense told me to be cautious. My heart started to beat at a faster pace.
Why?
"But, she was generalizing again..." I read the key words. 'Different, setting... recognize, place, eyes, clearly, mask, didn't, dance...?'
'What was DIFFERENT? What was the SETTING? What did she RECOGNIZE about the PLACE? What color were his EYES if she could see them CLEARLY through his MASK? What happened then if they DIDN'T DANCE?' The thoughts raced through my mind.
I clicked the reply link.
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TO: RE: HAD ANOTHER DREAM, BUT DIFFERENT THIS TIME...
Want to know something strange? The setting in my dream also changed to... It wasn't at the beach or at the garden anymore... It was indoors. Unlike you though, I don't recognize the area.
I also saw her eyes. They were light blue. It was actually the first time I ever saw anything that was a part of her so clearly. For the first time I really saw her eyes.
And yes, the girl and I didn't dance. Instead we did something else. We just... touched.
She also wore pink.
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I clicked the 'send' button and waited as the web page changed to another.
"Mail successfully sent."
I sighed.
I don't know why I kept responding to this girl in the first place- even though some of her 'dream details' were quite questionable... There's something about this girl. This person.
'Maybe it's the fact that she is the only one I can talk to about this. And the fact that we both have similar dreams... it's a whole big coincidence.'
I logged off and turned off my computer. I decided to get ready and maybe stop by Andrew's before we got to the dance.
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I was at home lying down again with worry written all over my face.
'Do I really have to go to the dance?'
I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms.
Mina was right about one thing. I haven't been to a dance for a while. Heck, they were once in a blue moon. Something about these gatherings- they aren't my thing. They only triggered the idea of unwanted socializing... of the flirtatious kind.
To tell the truth, I just really didn't want to go. I changed my mind once I had stepped into my
room. I still don't like the idea.
"I'm just going to bail out on her."
'And become anti-social too. Become a Loner.' A thought countered back. 'That's what you're becoming into... Just because you don't want that chance? To fall in love?'
Well that's exaggerating it. Just because you meet someone in a party doesn't mean you'll automatically fall in love. But still... It could happen right? No. No way. What are chances of that happening? One out of a billion is it?
'Idiot.' I shook my head in annoyance. What the hell is going on with me? Why all of a sudden with the thoughts of love? Well more like anti-love...
"No I've got to go to this, or I'll never hear the end of it from Mina, not to mention Raye and Lita would also get on my case..." I sat up with hunched shoulders. I was never going to hear the end of 'it' from myself as well. Just thinking about going to this dance was getting on my nerves. I need some distraction...
"I'm going online..."
I lazily sat on the chair and turned on the computer. As I waited a couple of minutes for it to warm up, I looked over my bed with the new 'costume-dress' neatly laid out, still pretty as before. Despite the fact that I looked decent in it, I actually liked the dress itself. And that's a first from me liking anything that was nowhere near jeans. And pink? Who would've thought?
My attention came back to the screen in front of me. I logged onto the Internet.
Signing into my e-mail account, I clicked the inbox link. Already anticipation started tugging at my nerves. For some reason I already knew 'he' had responded to me. Was that a gut feeling? I suppose...
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TO: sxytuxboijch. RE: HAD ANOTHER DREAM, BUT DIFFERENT THIS
TIME...
Want to know something strange? The setting in my dream also changed to... It wasn't at the beach or at the garden anymore... It was indoors. Unlike you though, I don't recognize the area.
I also saw her eyes. They were light blue. It was actually the first time I ever saw anything that was a part of her so clearly. For the first time I really saw her eyes.
And yes, the girl and I didn't dance. Instead we did something else. We just... touched.
She also wore pink.
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My heart stopped.
All the color from my face began to drain.
"No..."
Did this person say what I thought he said?
I shook my head.
"It- it can't be."
This person... who ever he or she was... always managed to surprise me, EVERY TIME. Yes, it's been a week since the first time we met, and everyday we always talked about our 'similar' dreams. I somewhat thought this person was pulling my strings at first but then everyday he added something more to it... getting closer to something. Hell I didn't know what that something was but now...
"He... has my dreams. He's... the guy."
'The dream guy...' my mind echoed back.
The idea that had been long suppressed for the entire time I've made contact with this person, finally escaped through my confining mind. This guy was actually having dreams of... me? Well probably of the 'dream me'.
Yes, earlier on, the idea nagged me yet I told myself that I needed more time to confirm my suspicions that he, indeed, dreams of me. Well obviously I don't need the time anymore because he said the key words-
"But how...?"
This dream guy can't be real right? It can't be. It shouldn't be. Yet strangely enough... it seems right.
"Well if he's being truthful, then I owe him one."
Owe him one? One might ask.
During the time I responded to him, I chose words that were anything but of detail. Course I had to hold back. I wanted to see if he would respond directly to the things I said. General words that one might connect to and at the same time one might have doubt upon.
And I quickly clicked 'Reply to.'
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TO: sxytuxboijch. MORE DETAILS ABOUT DREAM LAST NIGHT.
I have a confession to make. I wasn't exactly being straight forward with you. I was afraid well... Let me just get to the point.
Last night's dream, I recognized a place. And the place was the school gym... I recognize it because it's real. It's actually in my school. And the place was decorated as if there was going to be a dance. There were lots of balloons and I also noticed a disco ball. Funny huh?
Besides that, I noticed myself wearing a pink dress... It was a long soft pink dress. It seems as though I were dressed up for this place...
Then I noticed him. You know the guy I always dream about. He stepped out of nowhere and then...
Well by now you probably think I'm a lunatic but... We also... touched. It was a nice touch. As if it was almost... intimate. Was your dream like that?
The guy in my dreams... He wore a tux. Yes with the whole mask bit too. But I clearly saw his eyes like I said earlier. He... had dark blue eyes. And I think... I recognize those eyes but I can't exactly pinpoint whom those belong to.
I have a theory that this guy... might be real.
I also have a feeling that the girl you dream of... might be real too.
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My hands shook as I typed in the words. Why were they shaking? Not only that, my heart was still beating irregularly.
'This guy... no. Can't be. He can't be the guy. Right? No he could... No he's just playing with your mind. How is he playing with my mind? I don't know? Should I tell him this much? Wait. I'm saying too much. Am I sure this is the guy?' Thought after thought continuously raced one after another. They jumbled and twirled. I was starting to get a headache.
"Idiot." I whispered.
I clicked.
"Mail successfully sent."
And that was the end of it... for now.
I shook my head and sighed. 'I need to shower.'
