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"Really, Austin, you should just let me stay here since you've already told me everything." Dez urges me as I hurry to shove him out the door before Ally shows up. It's just starting to get dark outside.

"No, way, man. She'll get freaked out, it's not like she knows you. Just go hang out at Trish's dorm for a while, please." I push him a little harder.

"Fine," He huffs, "I'm sure she's going to be real happy when she shows up here and there's no party, though."

"Dez, she won't be that disappointed, she's a good girl, remember?" I scowl. "Besides, having only you here wouldn't make it a party."

"Fine, we'll invite Trish, too." He laughs as I finally shove him out the door and roll my eyes.

"Bye, Dez." I huff, slamming the door in his face. I turn around and scowl. The dorm is a mess, and a big one at that. I scurry around, gathering things and throwing them in Dez's closet, which I know he will scold me for later, but at this point I don't really care. Just as the space is starting to look liveable, I hear a tense knock on the door.

I open it to reveal Ally, dressed in only jeans and a tee shirt with Converse. I narrow my eyes. It's almost as if she knew she weren't going to a party after all, or like she knew my address or something and figured it out. Creepy.

"Hey," she says, walking in and rolling her eyes, "nice party you've got here. Really brings out the Austin Moon factor." She waves her hands around for effect, and I scowl.

"There is no party, Sweetheart. We need to talk." I walk over to my bed and sit, and motion for her to sit on Dez's. She obliges.

"Wow, sounds like you're breaking up with me or something." She laughs.

I cross my arms in frustration and glare at her. "I was going to tell you about my dream, but if you're going to be difficult, there's the door." I shove my thumb in the direction where she entered.

She rolls her eyes. "Don't be such a drama queen, Austin. As a matter of fact, I would love to hear about your dream." She leans forwards on her knees and blinks innocently at me. I sigh, deciding not to waste any more time. I might as well get it over with. As I recount the tale, the dream and then seeing her on the street, her expression changes from something like shock to something I can't interpret. It kind of freaks me out.

"So," I sigh, "I don't really know what to make of all this, but I thought you deserved to know. My roomate told me the people you see in your dreams are people you've seen before, and he's pretty smart, so maybe that's true... However, this in no way changes how I feel about you, got it?" I say, raising my eyebrows.

She's studying her hands now, and she shrugs. "I mean, I guess we could have seen each other before, since we both grew up in Miami." Is that really all she has to say...?

Something clicks in my head and I narrow my eyes at her. "How did you know I grew up in Miami?" I murmur. She looks up at me, her eyes wide, as if she's just told me a secret I wasn't supposed to know. Something is definitely up.

"Well, um... Funny story, actually-" She stammers.

"I don't have time for bullshit, Sweetheart. Spit it out." I cut her off, and she sighs in frustration.

"Fine... Truth is, I had a dream about you, too." She says. I feel my eyes widen. Okay, stay calm... This is really, really weird.

"Really? What was it like?" I ask, and she chuckles nervously.

"Well... My dream was much, much longer than yours... In fact, your dream was part of my dream." She tells me. This information is too much. Maybe it was a bad idea to get her over here so I could pour out this information to her. Yet, I'm interested to find out more.

"What do you mean my dream was only part of yours?" I ask.

She shrugs. "I meant exactly what I said. Your dream was of our first kiss, but my dream was what happened before and after that. From when I went to college and met you when you passed me on campus all the way until..." She hesitates for a moment, "Until the end of our relationship."

I narrow my eyes. "So, like, were the things you were dreaming things that have actually happened? Like, did you dream about that party last night, and-"

She shakes her head quickly. "No, no. It was all different. You were much nicer, actually. You still had the bad boy reputation and everything, though... I was kind of determined to see what all was really happening, though, so that's why I tried so hard to get to know you."

"So you met me the exact same place you met me in your dream? Was that a coincidence, or-"

"No, I just kind of figured if I did the exact same thing that I had done that day in my dream, everything would align and I would run into you again." She shrugs. "It worked... But you were a major asshole. In my dream, you actually talked to me first. You didn't, though, so I had to take matters into my own hands."

I honestly can't imagine it happening like that, but it did in her dream, and I find that extremely odd. It's probably because she didn't know me. I chew on the inside of my mouth, trying to make some sense of all this. "So... You know me, obviously. You have from the start. Who else do you know?" I ask. This is all really intriguing, as much as I hate to admit it.

She bites her lip. "Well... I know your roomate, Dez... I know Trish, she was my roomate in my dream-"

"Wait," I cut her off, "but she's not your roomate now? What the heck?"

"Uhh," she says, seemingly nervous, " I don't know, I guess only some of the stuff was true. Just like you being a genuinely nice guy underneath the hard exterior." She scowls. "Anyways, I also knew some people you partied with, but that's really about it."

I nod, not really taken aback by her comment. I guess I am a nice guy deep down, I was raised that way, and I was a little dork in high school, but I've built my walls up too high to reveal myself at this point, and quite frankly, I don't want to. Nobody could make me want to. I begin to wonder why I did in my dream. I study this girl in front of me, who has changed my outlook on my life in a very short amount of time, and wonder if my change in character had anything to do with her doing. What was it she said had ended her dream? I think before realizing...

"Did you say," I mutter, "that you dream ended at the end of our relationship?" I laugh pretty hard as she scowls at me. "Were we dating?"

"Yes," she sighs, "yes we were."

I continue to laugh. "Wow, Sweetheart, that's crazy. Possibly the biggest plot twist of the whole night."

"Plot twist?" She hisses. "If I'm not mistaken, you were the one who dreamed about the whole magical first kiss thing? You shouldn't be that surprised." She crosses her arms in frustration, and I scowl. It's silent for a few minutes, and once again, I start to feel bad for being the typical dickhead I am. I lean my head back against the wall.

"What broke us up? I hear myself asking, and she just stares at me for a moment. She clears her throat.

"We just... Parted ways. That's all." She twirls a piece of hair between her fingers, and I just shrug. I know there's some underlying details that she's not telling me, but I won't push it, not right now.

I've had enough surprises for one day.

A/N: Soooo, you guys have been awesome, but I haven't gotten as many reviews as I would have expected for the past few chapters, so I'm going to set a goal, I hope you guys don't mind. :) I'm gonna need 15 reviews, it's goonna be a challenge because the story is so new, but I know you guys can do it because you're all awesome. :D I'll ask a question to make it a little easier, Why do you think Ally isn't telling Austin the real reason why the dream ended? Just tell me in a review. :) Hope you all liked it! P.S. it's 2:32 a.m. right now but I really wanted to update for you guys before going to sleep hahaha, much love. x