Chapter 6

We're at a fair. Me and the person in front of me. I can't see their face, but I think it's a man. He has a lean frame, yet the outline of muscles show through his leather jacket. His wavy brown-blonde hair is flowing in the wind. I could hear him laughing. It was a sweet laugh, one that was untouched by the foes of the world. And then I felt my hand in his. His large hands dwarfed mine, and yet they were so warm and gentle.

He turned back towards me. I saw only two things before I woke up, his smile and his eyes. His eyes, so familiar I could almost see them on the person they belonged too, yet I couldn't quite figure out who's they were. The smile was so bright. It showed pure joy and love, unlike any I have ever seen. But who did it all belong too?

I walk downstairs to eat breakfast and am met by bewildered stares. They look at me as if they haven't seen me in a million years.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just, did it happen again?" My dad asks walking slightly in my direction.

"Nope. In fact, I had a dream. Although I have no idea who it was about . And yes, it was about someone, but I don't know who. I slept very well actually." I walk past dad to grab a bowl for my cereal.

"Well, that's great honey. Now eat up, we leave in an hour." He says, kissing me on the forehead as he passes me.

I've always been the closest with my dad. When you grow up with two older brothers that wouldn't live without their mother telling them what to do, you tend to go the opposite direction. I love my mom, don't get me wrong, but we have conflicting personalities. It's hard for us to work together without fighting, but we make it work.

I head back upstairs after I finish breakfast. I get dressed in the usual attire. I do the same makeup as everyday. I even go as far as to wear my hair the exact same. But something feels different, maybe it's having slept, maybe it's the happiness I feel for no apparent reason.

I go to school with dad and he tells me that after school, we'll go to get my license. He is probably just happy to not have to drive me to school after today. When I get there I walk into school with my friends and head straight to my locker. As soon as I open it, I see my binder for chemistry and it reminds me of something.

Those eyes I saw, Alex's. That smile I saw, Alex's I assume considering I have never seen him actually smile. But his hair, his build, it had to be him. I knew he looked so familiar but I just couldn't place it. When you dream about someone, it's a sign isn't it?

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"What ran over you and left you for road kill?" I ask Alex as I sit down at our table.

"I couldn't sleep, thank you very much. Someone must have been dreaming about me. My mother always said that if you can't sleep, someone is dreaming about you. I'd rather be able to sleep then be dreamt of. Frankly, I find it kind of creepy to dream of other people." He says groggily. He must have taken a nap sometime or another.

Mr. Foust walks in and starts handing out papers. When I receive mine, I read the top. It says that we have today to work on our first project. Everything we don't finish, we have to do at home, with our partner. I look at the guidelines and read what the project is about.

"So we have today?" Alex flips the paper over to the back to see the rubric.

"I guess so. If we don't finish, we can work on it at my house." I say casually.

"That will probably work. Shall we get started?" He asks, his accent thickening on the question.

"We shall." I respond and get to work.

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"I don't understand that project. Why do we have to work on it outside of class when it's partner work?" Abby asks me as we sit down at the local ice cream parlor. All of us are together, one big happy family.

"I don't understand either. We could learn so much more if we didn't have to take so much time out for projects that won't benefit us in any way." I respond.

"Exactly. You understand my point of view so well. Thanks Lily."

"Oh, please. We never agree unless we are complaining."

"Very true." She says, shoveling her ice cream into her mouth. I eat mine like a normal person. Sam slides me a piece of paper and just looks at it, indicating for me to read it.

*Are you doing better?*

I nod at him and he nods back. People don't quite understand how me and Sam are such good friends without ever dating. It's simple. We aren't interested in that sort of thing. We both have our own lives to live without having to share something like that with each other. We don't have romantic interests in one another which makes it fairly easy to just be friends. Best friends.