Predictive Dreaming

Precautions

(Y/N)'s POV

In the house, Rachel sat on the living room couch. They flipped through a new homeowner magazine with a pile in front of them stacked haphazardly on the coffee table.

"Oh, hey! How did it go?" She took her feet off the coffee table. She set the magazine down on the table and put a cap on the pen she was using. She gave me her full attention.

"It went just like expected. Bella got a truck, but I didn't see the boy before in a dream. His name is Jacob." I plopped down on the armchair, peering down at what they were looking at. It had advertisements for cheap but good-quality furniture on one side and ads about carpets and rugs on the other.

"There was a boy?!" If her attention wasn't on me before it was now. Her eyes are as wide as saucers. She wrung her hands together. She tended to worry about too many people being close. Yet she also believed in power in numbers. It was a complicated balancing trick.

"Yep, he seems cool too. I'm going to hang out with him this weekend. Relax, he doesn't know about it. I don't go around telling people, you know that." I stretched my arms over my head. "It would be a weird opening conversation if I did. It'll be fine."

She stopped wringing her hands and picked up her magazine. They took a glance my way every couple of seconds. "Okay, so that is great. Be careful." Her fingers played with the corner of the page when she warned me one last time. She let go of the magazine once more.

"Also you need to pick a color for your room." She tossed a thick ring of paint gradient selections. She got up and left for her room at the start of the hall, possibly to put more of her things away. I could hear slight shuffling from here.

I grabbed the ring and left for my room upstairs. I stopped at the stairwell in slight surprise. The stairs' carpeting was ripped up off the stairs and rolled up beside the landing.

Cleaning supplies sat in a caddy at the other side of the landing. She must not have been able to get the stains out of the carpet.

The stains had hidden themselves easily amongst the intricate designs when we bought the house. I turn my head to the rolled-up carpet and saw the failed attempt, it had bleach spots on it now.

I headed up the now concrete steps to my room. I did not care to look too much into the paint ring, tossing it onto my bed and scrolling through my phone as my eyes grew heavy once more. The room grew dark as I shut my eyes. It would only be for a little while.

Rachel's POV

I have lapped my bed for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to get ahold of Charlie. This must have been the fifth time I tried calling. I probably should give up and hope I didn't annoy him already. I have other things I have to do.

I looked around my room. Stacks of clothes and boxes covered over half of my bed. My drawers laid open and my closet floor had two boxes lining it.

I listened to be phone ring for the sixth time, waiting on him. The ringtone is engrained in my memory like my own name.

"Hey, Charlie!" I turned on my heel to make another lap around my bed. "I wanted to ask you a favor."

"I was wondering if you had chores that (Y/N) could do for you." I stopped at the foot of my bed. "I would like to encourage them to have strong connections with the neighbors...so what do you say?" I bit my lip, waiting for his answer, tapping my foot.

Charlie is the sheriff of this small town, and (Y/N) has a gift that could get them in danger if the wrong people knew. They would be safer if they spent time around him some.

The silence on the other side did nothing to ease my worries. It may be my impatience, but did it take that long to decide on that?

"You would!" I dropped down onto my bed with a sigh of relief. "When would you want them to start?" I plucked shirts out of the box next to me on my bed.

"They do go to school, so maybe they can do a little something before or come by after school. They have a flexible schedule." I grabbed a stack of shirts and put them in a drawer, balancing my phone between my shoulder and head.

"Thank you! I'll let them know to stop by after school tomorrow. I'll let you go now." I hung up the phone and lightly tossed it behind me.

Now that's figured out, they are safer. I need to go tell them now.

(Y/N)'s POV

"(Y)- (Y/N)! Wake up!" I felt hands grab and shake my arms. I wanted to stubbornly keep my eyes closed, but they were insistent, shaking me harder. "I know you're awake now." I heard Rachel's irritated voice. How long has she been trying to wake me?

"I have important news for you." She started again. I finally opened my eyes and sat up. My phone fell onto my lap from where it once rested on my chest as I slept.

"Starting tomorrow after school, you will go over to Charlie's to do chores for him. Understand?" They sat down on my bed's edge. I only nodded my head. "He will give 5 for each task you do, and I'll give you some money too. Be nice and do as he says okay?"

I nodded for a second time. My brain stayed in a deep sleepy fog throughout our conversation.

"Alright, that's it. I'll call you down for dinner when it's ready." She got up and left the room with the door's soft click.

I let my body fall against the soft new pillows and turned to the side. The thick ring of paint choices sat in front of my eyes. I took and went through it at a leisurely pace. Until I found at the very end of the ring, the color I wanted. I took the color's name to memory as I let my eyes drift shut once more.
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