Dan's p.o.v.

Why is there someone next to me screaming who sounds like a girl? I mean, we don't have any girls in our appartement living, it's only Phil and I. Could it be a fangirl who found out where we lived, creepily sneeked in and found my bedroom? I don't know. I really don't know.

But I should better wake up.

The screaming goes on and on and I have the strange feeling there is something else going on. I open my eyes, blink when the sun shines in my eyes (not a very smart move, to be honest). The screaming stops, just to continue when the girl -who appears to be in my bed- looks into my eyes. I hear feetsteps coming closer to my room, and I hope it is Phil. Maybe he can explain this.

But when I look into the eyes of the girl I have the idea I am going to scream with her. She looks familiar, and not in the Hey-I-have-seen-you-one-day-I-think-familiar, but in the I-have-dreamed-about-you-and-you-were-my-some-sort-of-twin-in-the-mirror-familiar. IN just one word: No. How could this happen? How was this possible?

"What is going on here?" two voices are talking at the same time, and I only recognise one of them. Phil's. But the other one, another girl, I can't place. What kind of stupid joke is this?

The screaming has -finally- stopped. But when I look at the two people in the doorway -they both decided to stay there- I scream. For real. Because there isn't only Phil standing, but the girl looks exactly like him. Well, apart from the fact that she is a girl. But you get me, don't you?

"Dan?" Phil is now officially walking towards me. The girl also walks towards the bed, to the girl sitting next to me. She is still facing me full with horror.

"What are you doing in my bed?" She asks. At first, I don't get it.

"Your bed? The last time I checked, it was mine, where you appeared from randomness. What are you doing here?"

Stupid, stupid move. I made the girl scream. Again.

Daniella's p.o.v.

"Your bed? YOUR BED? YOU ARE THE STRANGER THAT WAKES UP IN MY BED, IN OUR APPARTEMENT, AND YOU ARE SAYING THIS IS YOUR BED?!"

I am officialy mad right now. And I don't care, actually. That freaking moron shouldn't even be here.

"GET OUT OF MY BED RIGHT NOW OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE! AND YOU TWO," I was now looking at the other guy -no idea who he was- and my friend, Philippa "GET AWAY! NOW!"

Philippa made her way out pretty quickly, followed by the other guy. I heard them soon talking to each other about what there actually happened. Dream-mirror-guy on the other hand stays in bed.

"Which part of get out isn't coming through?" I ask him while giving him my best dead stare.

"Well, I want to, honestly, but I kind of can't if you keep staring at me."

Seconds need to pass by before that missing link finally appears and all I can think of is just that one simple word.

"Oh"

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