~Nick's POV~
December 24
10:00 PM
I've been in this closet with Stella for almost 6 hours. I always thought my life was boring, but it turns out comparing it to the last 5 and a half hours, it was okay. At least I had someone in here with me, even if it is Stella, who has been sleeping for about 30 minutes now.
Stella is so annoying!! All she talks about is Joe this, Joe that, oh I bet Joe could do that! She obviously doesn't know me that well. If she did she would stop talking about Joe for once and look at what's right in front of her.
Stella is too good for Joe. I don't know why, but I just can't stand seeing her and Joe together. I don't want Stella to get hurt. Joe has broken a lot of hearts before.
I knew Stella wouldn't win the bet. I really didn't want to make it. It just popped out of my mouth. I have no idea why it even did.
Now I'll never give her what I wanted to give her. It was more important than all the songs in the world. It was more important than all the fabric in the world.
But Stella would hate it. She would never understand the meaning of it. She's so dumb and naïve.
I hate her. I hate her so much that I don't hate her. I know it doesn't make sense…
But…
I can't see Joe hurt another girl's feelings, or ruin his friendship with Stella, but I also can't ruin Joe's relationship. I don't know what to do.
Why am I worried any way? Stella hates me and I hate her. Let's leave it at that. She would never do any thing to help me. Why should I help her then?
Maybe I need some sleep. I have a long day tomorrow. It's going to be Christmas and I'm going to be stuck in this closet with Stella. I might as well not be cranky tomorrow when I get up.
~Stella's POV~
December 25
3:00 AM
Where am I? I thought I was stuck in the closet. Why am I in my favorite red dress sitting in front of a lake?
Outta no where, a guitar appeared in my hands.
"What's going on?" I asked out loud.
"Play," said a voice behind me. I went to turn around but he yelled, "DON'T TURN AROUND! Just play! Play whatever comes to you're mind."
I felt him touch my shoulders and sit down behind me. I didn't dare turn around. I didn't know who it was or what it could do to me.
I started playing the guitar. Words came at me in all directions. I started to sing them.
Loving You
Is a fantasy
It's sad because
It was meant to be
But in your eyes I could see
Our forbidden love
Is meant to be
I quickly opened my eyes. It was all a dream? Who was that guy? He sounded so familiar.
I looked at my watch. It was 3:30 AM. Those lyrics came in my head so easy in that dream. I tried all day to start a song. I couldn't get it right.
I then realized something had been holding me the whole time. I looked over my shoulder. OH MY GOD! Nick had his arms around me and was sleeping. His head was lying on my shoulder.
I was going to yell but then I realized I didn't need Nick up yelling at me. I sat up with his hands still around my waist.
"No," said Nick. Oh great he talks in his sleep. "No! No you can't!!!!!!"
Nick started to sweat in his sleep. I actually started to get nervous.
"Leave her alone! DON'T HURT HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my god!!!!"
I was really scared now! I put my hand on his forehead. In his sleep, somehow he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down and hugged me.
"NO!!!!!!!! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Nick!!!!!" I yelled, really scared now. Why was Nick acting like this? It couldn't be just a dream.
"OW! OH MY GOD!!!"
"NICK WAKE UP!"
Nick quickly opened his eyes and sat up. He was panting heavily. He was sweating to death.
"Stella? What happened?" he asked me.
"You were scaring me. You started scream in your sleep and at first I ignored it. Then you started to sweat and I put my head on your forehead. You were burning up badly. It was almost like someone was hurting you."
"That's weird. I don't remember a thing."
"I was really worried. You looked like you were dying."
"Really? Oh my god. What was I yelling?"
"Stuff like, don't hurt her. Leave her alone. Then you started saying ow and getting hurt."
"Wow."
"I'm going back to bed Nick," I said, "goodnight."
"Goodnight Stella…"