I let my brain take over as it told my hands to undress myself, I did as I was made to do, I was soon undressed and in the shower. The water cold at first sent chills down my spine, then the once cold water warmed and sent another chill. I sighed for the second time as I let the water run down every part of my body. For some reason nothing calmed me anymore, and that dream made it all the more clear that nothing did. I wanted to know who he was and I was going to find out.
Once I was finished I stepped out of the shower to see steam everywhere, I took a towel and wrapped myself within it. I then ran my hand down the mirror as I saw the steam disappear but left water seeping down. I soon left the bathroom.
I got dressed in a cami and short shorts while I put my hair in a French braid. I walked over to Kayley's bed and shook her to get up. "Kayley." I whispered. She rolled over but didn't wake up. "Kayley, it's time to get up." I whispered a little louder. She rolled back over and soon sat up.
"Ugh. I don't want to wake up." She sighed but got out of bed anyway. She head towards the bathroom.
I smiled at her, it's kind of like a routine with her, same thing every morning. I went to lie in my bed then looked up at the ceiling above me, noticing how dark it was this morning. I didn't mind the darkness though; I found it comforting, oddly enough. I got up from bed and went to look out the window. I noticed that no one was outside on campus yet; I looked up at the sky and noticed that the morning sun was very dark, not the regular light pinks and oranges, but the dark reds and very dark blacks. It felt familiar, like I saw it once before.
"So, why'd you wake up so early this morning anyway Rose?" Kayley came out of the bathroom, her hair rolled up in a towel, while she had on a spaghetti strapped white shirt and Bermuda jeans.
"Just a weird dream." I answered matter-of-factly knowing she was going to pry to get more information.
She sat down next to me on my bed. "So, what was it about?" She meddled like I knew she would.
"A guy." I said wanting to end the conversation.
"Ooh, I see. Well then, is he cute?" She asked playfully.
I laughed at that. "Actually, not only cute, but extremely hot." I said candidly.
"Do you know him?" She asked.
"You know, it's weird I feel like I've known him forever, I mean it's not like one those "He looks familiar" it's more like a déjà vu type thing." I said thinking about it myself.
"Hmmm, I see, so basically you're telling me you have the hots for some guy in your dreams?" She questioned sarcastically.
"Pretty much." I stated sadly.
We broke down in laughter.
"Figures the hottest girl in the whole school, has to like a guy that's not even real." Kayley said thoughtfully.
"Thanks for the support." I alleged. It went silent for a moment but it wasn't to long before we heard a knock on the door.
I went to the door and opened it to find Blake standing there with puppy dog eyes. His hair blonde and shaggy, while his eyes a dark brown almost black. His round boy like face and his full lips it was as if he could be a model, like he should be a model. Let's not forget his towering stature. It's funny, not because they look exactly alike, them being twins and all, but because they act nothing alike, or look nothing alike for that matter. Kayley has auburn blonde hair, long, and straight, the only thing that connects them both is there eyes, there both dark brown almost black eyes.
Kayley's personality is nothing like Blake's, while Blake is an obnoxious clown, Kayley is quiet and collected. Plus Kayley is short, maybe five' two and curvy while Blake is a tall, six' three; very lanky.
"Good morning Rose, Kayley." Blake said gladly.
"Good Morning Blake." Kayley and I said in unison.
"So, how are you my beautiful ladies?"
Kayley and I giggled lightly and spoke "Now that you're here, Great." We said in unison yet again.
"I feel so loved." He chuckled.
Kayley began a new subject, not paying any notice to Blake's idiocy. "So, yeah, who's ready to go to Poetry Writing II?"
"I'm not, not ready." I said using double negatives to make it actually mean that I am.
"What she said." Blake said trying to understand what I just meant.