Dreams

What happens now?

Claires POV

*THUD!*

 I rolled off the couch, hitting the floor. I groaned and sat up. I looked at the clock on the wall, noticing it was already nine at night. I had slept most of today...oh well. I stood up and noticed Michael sitting on the other chair, watching tv. He looked at with an amused expression on his face.

"Shut up" I said, sitting back down on the couch. "I didnt say anything!" he defended, and i glared at him. "Your expression said it all"

He sighed and turned his attention back to the tv, where some unknown show was playing.

About ten minutes later, my stomach growled, reminding me I hadn't eaten all day. I once again stood up, and made my way into the kitchen. I opened the fridge, looking for anything that looked appetizing. After searching for what seemed like forever, I found some ham, and decided to make a sandwich. I turned around and saw Michael leaning on the counter opposite the fridge. I shrieked and almost dropped the food I was holding. That boy can move fast, and quietly.

“Did I scare you?” He asked, amusement once again written across his face. I glared at him and set the food down on the counter, choosing to ignore him for a little bit.

I found the bread and a plate, and made the sandwich. Michael was still standing there staring at me, but I continued to ignore him and walked out into the living room area. I grabbed the remote and sat on the couch, flicking through the channels until I found something that didn’t look too bad.

Michael soon sat next to me, and grabbed the remote from my hand. “Hey!” I tried grabbing it back, but he held it out of my reach. “Hang on. Claire, we need to talk” he switched the tv off and turned to face me.

I set my food down and turned also, so we were both facing each other. “That dream you had earlier, I want to know everything. You said there was a plane, but I’m not stupid, Claire. What aren’t you telling me?” I sighed and looked down. I should tell him, but, part of me continued to tell me not to.

He reached out and grabbed my chin, making me look at him. I sighed again. I had to tell him…whether or not I wanted to. “Well, there was a plane…” I started. “And? What else Claire? Tell me”

I met his gaze and continued. “I was on the plane. But it was only me. You weren’t there. I didn’t know why I was on the plane, and I didn’t know where it was going. But I knew that I couldn’t tell you that I was leaving. You couldn’t know about it. Something made me get on the flight by myself, but I don’t know what,” I explained as best I could. “Well…then I just don’t let you go off in an airport by yourself do I?” He chuckled a bit, but we both knew that he was serious about it. “So…what do we do now?” I asked, grabbing my food. I was still really hungry. “We relax, maybe this dream doesn’t mean anything like the others did” he stated, reaching out and turning the tv back on. But deep down, we both knew that it meant something.

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