Have You Seen This Girl?

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Whenever you have a weird reoccurring dream the first thing you do it look up why in gods name is it happening & what in the ever loving fuck does it mean, right? Well, that's kind of what Alex did, only he went to his best friend, Lyric, and talked to her about it.

"It's always about this girl -she's pretty, but I can never seem to figure out her name. I can't even hear her.It's pure torture." Alex said with a frustrated sigh.

Lyric's shoulders shook with a laugh, "Just because my parents are pretty much fucking hippies doesn't mean I can decipher dreams & shit."

"You're no help, Ly." Alex said with another dejected sigh.

"Oh cheer up, I bought you a present." Lyric said, a grin spreading across her face.

"What? It better not be condoms or something-"

"Shut up, it's actually very thoughtful." Lyric cut him off, shoving a newspaper wrapped box at him.

"Beautiful wrapping, really I'm impressed." Alex joked unwrapping it.

"I'll take it back if you keep on being a smart ass." Lyric fumed, crossing her arms.

"You know you probably won't Ly. You're too lazy." Alex sneered & finished opening.

"You got me there." Lyric said with a teasing smile.

Alex finished opening the box to find a sketchbook & another wrapped box. "Ly I swear you suck at wrapping." He said with a chuckle.

"Just open it fuck stick." Lyric hissed.

"Fine, p.m.s much?" Alex muttered.

"I SWEAR TO ALL MOTHER FUCKING THINGS HOLY IF YOU MEAN THAT YOU'RE NEVER GETTING A GIRL FRIEND JUST BECAUSE I'M ANNOYED DON'T ASSUME I'M ON MY PERIOD BECAUSE WHEN YOU'RE ASLEEP I'LL JUST FUCKING ASSUME YOU'RE DEAD & BURY YOU ALIVE YOU FUCK STICK!" Lyric yelled loud enough for her parents to hear, probably, because her mother shouted back:

"Lyric you can't swear to things holy if you denounce all religions."

"Don't care." She replied before turning back to Alex.

He was examining the sketchbook's cream colored pages & the, probably expensive, colored pencils. He couldn't believe that Lyric had figured out that he had begun drawing. He was alright, but it wasn't anything too amazing. Simple things like flowers & trees were what he was good at.

"Jesus Christ Lyric, why'd you get me this?" He asked, sure there was some insane reason.

"Are you kidding? Literally six years ago today you & I ran into each other in the hall way -literally- you made me drop my pottery project for art. You brushed yourself off & complimented my kick ass hair," she began, & a flood of memories from sixth grade came back to him "then, you volunteered to help me glue it back together, but I told you not to worry about it because it sucked ass anyway."

"Oh my god, shit Ly! You're supposed to remind me of this like a week in advanced! I look like a tool now." Alex crossed his arms.

"Dude calm your tits. Draw me something or whatever." She said with a shrug.

"Oh god, did I really compliment your hair?" He asked with a small smile.

"Why wouldn't you? It's fucking purple & black. That's some punk rock shit right there." Lyric laughed, her laugh was loud & wasn't like the typical 'heehee' of most girls, it was a 'throw you're head back & laugh like it was you're last time laughing' kind of laugh & it was contagions.

Alex knew what he was going to attempt to draw next.

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That night Alex stared at the ceiling for almost an hour, trying to dictate his own dream. How could someone have a crush on a girl from a dream? He totally understood the whole 'dream girl' concept, but this was different. Alex had decided that he was going to ask what her name was, instead of just sort of looking at her over the top if a book. Maybe if he gave her his phone number she would text him-

No that was retarded to think.

Alex rubbed his eyes, somewhat entertained by the odd blue hues & white patterns that he saw when he closed his eyes. He sighed and grabbed his phone, opened his Spotify & pressed play on a random playlist.

The Starbucks, he was pretty sure it was a Starbucks, smelled like well coffee, obviously, & there she was again, sitting across from him, her face buried in a book. She was beautiful with semi-short brown hair & large purple- holy shit they were actually purple- eyes.

Alex tried to talk to her, but he couldn't make his mouth form any words, it was like he forgot how to speak. "H-hi." He was finally able to manage, but the weird thing was he couldn't even hear himself. It seemed like he had only said it in his head.

He wanted to scream.

Instead, he opened a page in his sketchbook & a purple colored pencil that practically matched her eyes. He began to doodle little swirls & patterns across the page before grabbing a normal pencil and writing 'hi...' With one swift push, he sent the sketch book sliding across the table at the silent brown haired girl.

She looked up from her book, knitting her eyebrows together in confusion. Alex couldn't speak, but he mouthed 'read it' to her with a small smile. He watched in awe as the girls face lit up with a smile as she traced the little designs with her finger. Alex noticed her mouthing the word 'hi' over & over again.

Finally, the girl flipped the page & took a mechanical pencil from her boot. He watched her scribble on the page for two or three minutes. Finally, she reached out a long slender arm to him with the sketchbook in her hand. He noticed she had written a short paragraph on the page.

'Hi to you too! I'm not very good at drawing, but I'm good with words. Well, written words. I-"

Three high pitched beeps followed by a series of lower pitched ones jarred Alex awake. He cursed loudly, & his younger brother, Ryan, laughed before saying "Hey, you can't curse."

"I can if I want." He replied with a huff.

"Nu-uh. Mom said so last night." Ryan informed him with a smug smile.

"Piss of Ry." Alex said finally.

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"So, did ya hook up with dream chick?" Lyric asked Alex in their home room, math, as he sat down.

"No, what the hell?" Alex asked, trying to get over the dream still.

"Look, you're never gonna meet her, probably, just try & dream of something else." Lyric suggested with a helpful smile.

"You're awfully optimistic today." Alex said, before practically ignoring Lyric throughout the lesson.

In Alex's next class, art, that he didn't share with Lyric, he began to work on his drawing of her. His chest swelled with pride when the teacher complimented the way he had drawn Lyric's hair, & just for fun, he sprinkled her hair with small white spots, & little yellow areas, he had to admit it looked just like a galaxy.

The only thing he wasn't exactly happy was about was her eyes, in his swirl of artistic thinking, he managed to draw her eyes just like the dream girl. They were too beautiful to erase, he decided, & refused to draw over them with the dark brown color that Lyric's eyes were.

In his third period, his English teacher announced they would have a new student joining them next Monday, & how it was important to help her get caught up on things. Finally, someone raised their hand & asked why she was telling them this, on a Wednesday.

"Well, you're all going to have to -adjust- out new student doesn't speak. She is a selective mute."