Predictive Dreaming

Garage Cleaning

(Y/N)'s POV

Sunlight beamed into the windows. My hands had a tight grip on the broom, sweeping away fallen leaves and debris from Charlie's garage. The occasional chime from my phone interrupted the beat of my sweeping broom.

Laura and Rodney had been texting me in the group chat for the past hour and a half. They talked about anything and everything in between. It's more of a conversation between themselves because I'm busy at the moment.

My fingers moved along the keys quickly like lightning when I got the chance to text them back. They were trying to arrange a hang out at the moment. Rodney started it by telling us he was bored and wanted to do something.

Laura offered to hang out with which led to them dragging more and more people into it, like Jessica, Eric, Tyler, Angela, and Mike. They even invited me to join them in their plans.

So I typed a response, "I'm doing chores right now for Charlie. Maybe, after?" Three little dots formed speech bubbles for the two as they responded to me.

Laura agrees with that idea, and Rodney cheers in celebration. It easily shows how Laura is much calmer than he is in a given situation, making me smile. I enjoyed their company like we knew each other all of our lives when it's really been only a few weeks.

I stowed my phone back into my pocket before getting back to swiping up the gray, cracked stone floor. Footsteps pattering in my direction filled my ears, and I knew who it was before I even saw them: another mundane dream.

Bella's POV

"Hey, Bella!" They called when I opened the door to the garage. Their back turned as they swept.

When could they have know it was me so early? I wouldn't know for sure how. "Hey, Charlie, got you cleaning the garage?" I slowly stepped down into the garage and weaved past the clutter and Charlie's cop car.

"Oh, yeah. I didn't start too long ago." They stopped to ponder and look at me. "Maybe, twenty minutes ago, give or take."

"Okay, I didn't know you were here." I pulled my long shirt sleeves over my hands as I came over to their side.

But it didn't turn out so great. It's almost like a blur before my eyes. Their broom clattered to the floor, and their hands came around my back to catch me. A dingy orange cord on the ground had tripped me up.

"You alright?" They looked down with a sincere, worried look in their eyes, worried for my safety and my wellbeing.

"Yeah, never been better." I let out an audible sigh from relief to not have my face in the concrete. My heart pounded in my ears like a drum.

I felt drawn to them in some way. Their behavior is odd with how they know things before they happen. But I find myself liking them.

My eyes looked deep into theirs. We stayed frozen like this for a moment, like we were in a rom-com movie and the two that were meant to be together had locked eyes for the first time.

Their hands slowly pushed me up to help me stand. "It's...good to hear you're okay. Let me get that off the floor here. I don't even know why it's here." They cleared their throat and got the cords up off the floor.

"Um...thanks...for catching me there. I would have totally fallen on my face." I moved out of their way, brushing my hair out of my face and adjusting my shirt.

"Oh, um, no problem." They set the cord on a table nearby. "I wouldn't want anybody to get hurt in here." They scratched the back of their head before plucking the broom off the floor again.

My heart continued to race as I watched them work in silence for a moment. I never expected feelings to blossom, but I couldn't deny that they were there.

I took a deep breath and tried to think. Their ability to know things before they happen is almost too perfect. Some of this stuff is hard for me to believe that it's a guess or fast reflexes.

It's like they have this superpower or something that they're not telling anybody about. It's like this secret that they kept surface-level in a locked box and threw away the key. Just how could one do what they do?

(Y/N)'s POV

"Hey, Bella? I think I'm going to head off, okay? I'm done sweeping up in here." I leaned the broom up against the door before leaving the open garage.

"Wait!" Bella whipped around to face me as I almost passed her.

"Yes?" I turned to see what she wanted. She bit her bottom lip in that nervous habit that she has.

"You got to tell how you do that." She came closer to me with her hands in her pockets.

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my brows and tilted my head. She took a second to get her words together before she said anything.

"The knowing before it happens thing. How do you do that?" She shook her head a little as she talked to me.

"I have good intuition, I guess." I shurged my shoulders and acted nonchalant on the outside. But on the inside, my heart is almost beating a mile in a minute. My mind is scrambling for even a small clue of what to do or say.

She furrowed her brows for a second but seem to accept what I had said.

"Okay, I'm going to go now. See you around, Bella." I bid her farewell before walking down her gravel driveway.

She watched me go down like a statue. I didn't bother to look back after that. She's starting to catch onto me, so I'm now panicking in my head like I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
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