Coincidence¿?

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Kylie's POV

"Kylie Matthews" "Here!" I yelled as the teacher called role to make sure that everyone was on the plane. We were on our way back from Paris. The plane ride was about 6 hours so I guess it wouldn't hurt to sleep for a while.

I saա ɦɨʍ. Hɛ աas աaʟҡɨռɢ tɦɛ օքքօsɨtɛ աaʏ օʄ ʍɛ. Bʊt ռօ. I ռɛɛɖ tօ taʟҡ tօ ɦɨʍ. Waɨt. Cօʍɛ ɮaċҡ!

I jolted awake as my bestfriend Bethany was shaking me. "Dude are you okay? You kept yelling wait" She asks, kind of concerned. "Yeah I'm fine don't worry, just a weird dream." I reply, slightly confused. "Were landing in about 30 minutes anyway." She told me. "Oh okay." I replied.

I couldn't stop thinking about that guy. I saw tons of people in Paris, but there's something about him. I need to know who he is. But what are the odds of ever seeing him again. I live in California. He could live anywhere.

"Ky, were here" Bethany said to me snapping me back into reality. We got off the plane and made our way to the baggage claim. "Hey Bethany, what are the chances of seeing someone again that we saw in Paris?" I asked her. "Um well considering we live in America, probably not so good. Why are you okay?" She asked. "Yeah, no I'm fine just wondering, thanks Beth!"

We soon made our back to the school where we all left our cars.

"Hey hun, how was the trip?" My mom asked hugging me when I walked through the door. "It was great! Thanks!" I replied trying to sound as excited as possible. "Hey mom, I'm gonna head up to bed. I'm actually kinda tired." I told her. "Alright sweety goodnight, love you." She replied. "Love you too." I said.

Ever since my 16th birthday my moms been trying to be more of a mom to me. I'm 17 now and she still tries, but I know with everything going on with her divorce shes having a rough time.

"Hey Ky, I know you said you're tired but I was going to run to the store real quick, do you want anything?" My mom asked me through my bedroom door. "Um actually do want me to go for you? I'm not as tired as I thought. I slept on the way home, and I dont mind going." I told her, pulling my hair up into a messy bun. "Oh sure hun, if you want too." She said. "The list is sitting on the counter. I'm going to head to bed myself though." I nodded silently and walked downstairs and slipped my vans on, grabbed my keys, the list and headed out the door.

As I was walking through the store getting everything, I thought there was something off. I kept seeing the same guy, like he was everywhere I was. But he didn't even realize I was everywhere he was. I couldn't see his face. I shook it off and finished up my shopping and went to check out. He was behind me in the check out line. When I turned around to see his face I knew that I knew him somehow. "Um hi, do I know you?" He asked. Oops I was staring. "Oh um sorry, no I dont think so.." I said to him. "Well what's your name?" He asked. "Kylie, yours?" "Shawn." Hm Shawn. That's a cute name. It was him though. I knew it was. It had to be. He's the guy from Paris. I had to get to know him. But how?