I sit up in my bed abruptly and stuff my head in my hands. Did I really just dream that??? Where did that come from?!?
Calm down, Aurora, it probably wasn't even him! I replay the dream in my mind. Okay, calling my name then he asked me if he could do it now. I asked what and he kissed me.
Justin kissed me.
In my dream, anyway.
So, why did 'dream me' like it so much? No no no no! Last time I got involved with a guy, I ended up heartbroken! I do not need that again! I get out of the bed and get ready for the day.
I take a rather long shower, seeing as I've woken up much earlier than normal. I get changed and head out to my classes. The classes go by as the other days have gone, rather uneventful. School finishes and I head off to the gym. I check my clock and see that it is around three and I want two hours to get ready. Usually I don't take that long, but I really want a nap before I left, seeing as the lack of sleep is catching up to me. So, I give myself an hour to work out.
I take all of my energy out on the leather bags. I exhaustingly drag myself out of the gym and back to my dorm. I am greeted by an overly excited Anna.
"Hi!! Okay, so there's this party tonight and I'm invited! Be my plus one?" She asks. I frown.
"Sorry, I have plans." I say sadly.
"Really? Meet yourself a bloke, did you now?" She asks in a heavy accent. I laugh.
"Hardly. I'm joining my American friend for dinner tonight." I say.
"Really? What's her name?" She asks.
"HIS name is Justin." I say.
"Oh! So, he isn't your bloke YET. I see how it is." She says with a wink.
"I'm afraid you don't!" I protest.
"Nonsense! Now, come on! Let me help you get ready!" She exclaims. I have no time to argue before she drags me into the bedroom and rummages through my cupboard. She tosses clothes at me and instructs me to change. I slip into the bathroom and change into the dress. Bit too fancy, I would think... She slams the door open and pulls me into a seat.
1 hour and 48 minutes later, I don't recognize myself in the mirror. i have long curly black hair and a beautifully flawless pale face. My makeup is done to perfection and the dress isn't near too dressy for the outfit. A few knocks sound on the door. I take a deep breath and open it up to see the man in my dreams...
*Sorry for the short chapter tonight! I have a developing migraine and I just generally feel terrible. It'll get better soon, though. ;) ;) hint*
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