Dreamers

Chapter One.

Bethanys pov
Why didn't people like dreaming?  Because some people just couldn't get the hang of it? Because it was better than normal, stupid stressful life? Because there were no car crashes or deaths in dreams? Because people couldn't control you in dreams?

I was awakened out of my daydream as my mum rushed down the stairs, her silk scarf floating after her, my dad shortly behind. She looked beautiful but I didn't tell her. My mum was always faffing about with her hair and outfit. If I told her she looked great she'd be pondering whether she did or not for the next half an hour.

"How do you think I look, darling?" She asked, as if reading my mind. She didn't look amazing but I decided to say she did anyway or God knows if they would even leave the house in the end.

"Splendid, amazing, and absolutely spectacular!" I laughed, rushing them out of the door and slamming it behind them. I waved out the window, sighing as I saw my mum produce a small mirror out of her pocket to double check herself.

I laughed, throwing myself up on the shop counter. My parents owned a library on the outskirts of town. We didn't get many customers but we still all loved the place. I loved the way they were getting a night off. They never did, and they deserved it.

Scanning the shelves, I found an old Harry Potter book and sat down reading it. Well, I say reading it but all I did was skim through a few pages.

The shop bell rang and I looked up as I saw a handsome tall boy walk into the shop. Wait, did I just call him handsome? Okay, well he was a bit. His tanned skin kind of sparkled in the shops dim lights and his black hair flopped about untidily...still....kind cute! Wait, what?! Woah!

"Er, can I help you?" I said stuttering a little at first. I kept my head held high. This boy wasn't going to mess with my mind...wait. He hadn't even said any thing yet!

"Yeah, I'm looking for a Harry potter book," he paused for a moment as if he was thinking, "the Goblet of Fire one. Do you have it?" A smile played on his lips, and I realised he must have seen which book was in my hands. The Goblet of Fire.

"Oh, I'm sorry. We don't, er, have that one in stock at the moment. Would you like another book?" I lied, hoping he didn't realise I was making stuff up. I'd be as good as dead if my parents heard about this.

"Oh. Really? I thought it was the one in your hands?" He chuckled, scratching the back off his neck. He was sorta cute when he did that but I swept the image out of my mind. He was a customer. One I had only just met.

"Oh...Yeah, so it is." I said acting innocent, "but you see, it's in my hands cos, I'm reading it at the moment." I hoped this cheeky remark wouldn't backfire on me. He would either think I was flirting or being rude. I wasn't doing either. I just wanted to keep the book.

"Okay, well, when your finished with it, do you think you could give me a call and tell me?" He chuckled. He was cute, cheeky and funny.

"Are you asking for my number?" I asked, my eyes narrowing, but at the same time I felt amused. This gorgeous boy had just come into the store and played a trick on my heart. The thing was I didn't care. I liked the spell which was now placed on my heart.

"Maybe" he said, he wasn't looking at me anymore. He was pulling out his phone. Suddenly he shoved it in my hands. I was too preoccupied by this person I had just dropped the Harry Potter book!

I typed in my number cheekily, changing my name to: "The Girl You Want To Call Just So You Can Get The Book!"  I placed it back in his own hands so he could read it. He smiled, and started to walk towards the door.

"Oh, by the way, did I mention I actually don't even like Harry Potter Books!" He chuckled leaving the store. I laughed, starting to read the first chapter again.