Is This Real?

"James, wake up man! Lets go get some coffee!" Carlos said, jumping in the bed, disturbing me and Logan.

He mumbled something into my hair, but I was too tired to listen.

I just snuggled more into the pillow, trying to block out the sunlight.

I heard Carlos huff and I smiled into the pillow, thinking that he gave up.

A moment later, the covers were pulled off of me.

I guess I was wrong- of course Carlos would never give up.

Logan jumped out of the bed and started wrestling Carlos.

I watched in amusement, until I spotted Kendall so I eased my way toward him.

He was already dressed in a plain blue shirt, black skinny jeans, and a gray cardigan.

I, being the taller one, ruffled his hair; it was wet, signaling me that he came fresh out of the shower.

"How do you not do anything to your hair?" I asked- indeed, it was a mystery to me.

I have to always put some kind of product in my hair.

I can't stand messy hair.

"Because I'm just naturally beautiful James...duh," he said, shrugging his shoulders, and then turning his attention back to Logan and Carlos.

I took this opportunity to sneak into the shower.

I looked in the mirror, still wondering how everything that happened last night was a dream.

Is this a dream?

Do I even know the difference now?

I sighed, giving up on that thought and taking a shower, trying to think of what this day has got to offer me.

A day with my three best friends, at a coffee shop, picking up girls…what better way to spend a day off?

I finished: taking a shower, putting my clothes on, and taking an extra long time on my hair- perfecting the Diamond hand.

I have to keep the tradition going. (A/N: Anyone else notice that, in Big Time Concert, I'm assuming James' dad wears stuff I'm sure his son would wear or is that just me? Haha.)

Once I finished, the aroma of pancake invaded my nostrils, and I was not complaining.

Mama Knight made the best pancakes I've ever had.

Carlos and Logan finally made peace over the pancakes and were now stuffing their faces with them.

I chuckled and made my way over to the table, grabbing a plate of pancakes and enjoying them.

It took ten minutes for Logan and Carlos to decide who was taking the next shower.

I lost interest in the first five minutes and settled with idly flipping through one of Katie's Pop Tiger magazines.

I was about to get the results of a quiz that was going to tell me how my summer was going to pan out when I got a tap on the shoulder from Kendall.

I looked up from the magazine.

He laughed at the sight of me reading Pop Tiger, but he was used to it by now.

"Lets go, the goons are done getting ready," he joked.

I nodded, left the magazine on the couch, and walked with Kendall, while Logan and Carlos talked about what pick-up line they were going to use on all the girls they see.

I couldn't help but laugh at their lines.

Some varied from, "Hey, baby, I just got here from the library but must not be done since I'm checking you out," to, "Yo, you must be giving out tickets, because you got fine written all over you." Nice. That's a fair warning for me and Kendall.

We finally got to the coffee shop.

We got our drinks and, well, lets say Logan is quite the daredevil when it comes to food.

He order some kind of tea (I think), but it was green and loaded with ice.

I just got a frappe, I wasn't risking anything today.

Logan spotted a girl reading a Phoebe Nahshem(A/N; Not sure if that's how you spell the Mathematician Logan loves haha.) and he's now following her around the coffee shop.

Carlos found magazines about helmets, so it'll take a while for him to come back.

"So James, I think you should seriously see someone about these night terrors man. It isn't healthy that you're dreaming this," Kendall blurted out, but not once lifting his eyes from his cup.

I sighed. "I guess you're right Kendall," I said, defeated. I must be going crazy.

What else would explain these...nightmares?

"When we get back, will you come with me to talk to your mom about this?" I asked innocently.

I heard him laugh quietly; not so much a "I'm laughing at you," but a "I'm glad you asked" kind of laugh. He put his arm around my shoulders.

"Of course and I'll even go with to your appointments," he said with a proud smile.

I smiled back.

"Tha-" I was cut off when I saw sun-block girl come in. She seemed like she was looking for someone, and didn't see me.

She sat by the window, staring out the window, still looking.

I felt Kendall remove his arm and lightly punch my arm. "Go talk to her," he said encouragingly.

I smirked as I strolled over to her, trying to think of her real name.

Sara, maybe? Eh, worth a try.

I sat down. "Hey, Sara," I greeted her with my award-winning smile.

She smiled, "Hey James, what are you doing here?" she asked with a bright smile.

I tipped my cup towards her, and then took a sip.

"I could ask you the same," I responded, cocking an eyebrow. Seriously, what girl goes to a coffee shop alone?

"I'm meeting someone here for a job. Now you," she said, interest peeking.

I laughed. "Well, the guys wanted to try out some of the coffee. Who are you meeting?" I asked, wandering who it.

"Well, he's a famous photographer. He said he's going to help me get started with my modeling career," she squeaked with excitement.

She clapped, quickly trying, but failing to maintain her excitement.

I smiled at the sight of her happiness. It was cute.

"What's his name?" I asked, sharing her excitement.

"Jeffery Goodings," she said still excited.

"As in Jeff Goodings?" I asked feeling hollow, as the name "Jeff" echoed. She nodded quickly, biting her bottom lip.

I gripped the table; I watched her, as she got up and order herself a coffee.

Breathe, breathe. It's not the Jeff in your dreams, he's not real.

She came back and looked at me with a worried look.

"James, are you okay?" she asked, putting her hand on my hand which was gripping the table.

I loosened up and smiled, "Yeah, I'm fine so Sara wha-"

"Hey Jeff, over here!" she said, standing up, waving a hand for this "Jeff" guy to come.

I silently cursed him and put on a fake smile.

I heard his footsteps on the marble floor.

Not him, no he doesn't exist.

He stopped at the table and my eyes followed Sara as she draped an arm around Jeff's neck.

I froze once I saw him. Same face, hair, height, everything.

I blinked. He was still there.

I blinked again.

There Jeff stood in front of me with that smile sending chills up my spine.

"Let's go babe, the studio's waiting," he smirked, making me to want to vomit.

I was paralyzed with fear as I watched them go.

Sara looked back with a smile and waved, then turned back to catch up to Jeff.

My brain screamed for me to run after them, but my legs suddenly felt like sandbags were weighting them down.

They were out of the door. It took everything I had in me to move and get out of my seat to follow them.

I could hear Kendall's voice, but it was distorted.

I needed to get to Sara now, I had to save her.

I finally gained momentum and ran out the coffee shop, only to see the gold 1978 Trans Am driving off, leaving me to choke on the dust.

I followed behind flaring my arms around to get him to stop, instead the car got faster.

I stuttered to a stop, coughing from the dust surrounding me.

She was gone and I couldn't do a thing about it now.

A/N: Okay, so my beta just edited it so here it is, but better and probably a little nicer to read haha.. Tell me does this sound like an ending to you? I totally being serious I'm still not sure if I should write more about, so please do review and tell me what you think. I started school, so it might take some time to for me to update (if I do decide to contine), but it's not like I post frequently anyway haha. Still tell me what you think, subcribe, or favorite. (also I would love it if I got like 45 review no worries that's not going to determine when how often I update)