Predictive Dreaming

Stalling for Time

(Y/N)'s POV

I've missed a few days of chores for Charlie from being sick. This is my first day back, and I'm in his garage again. New clutter here and there sat there for a few days. There's nothing really special about this besides that he wanted his fishing stuff left out.

He told me about how he's going fishing someday soon with a couple of his friends. Everything in here is shrowded in grey with a flickering light up above. It's cooler in here than outside in the free air.

The broom in my hands slowly swept up what had accumulated in the past week. Dust kicked up in light puffs like clouds in the sky. Wood chips and debris are swept away into a plastic dusting pan.

My phone rang here and there from Laura and Rodney in my pocket. I responded every now and then, popping into the conversation like a ghost in a haunted house. They talked amongst themselves mostly.

I've been cleaning for an hour or two at this point. Rachel's probably waiting for me at home. In a dream, I found myself at home being talked to by Rachel.

She told me about our plans for the weekend. At a dinner party with the Cullens on Saturday, I knew that she would tell me no matter what I did. I'm just delaying the inevitable here.

It's a reality that I would have to face. The Cullens have proven to me for a while that they're odd. I didn't know which one to believe of the family of seven.

Esme, Carlisle, and Emmett are probably normal for all I know, but I hardly talked to any of them.  Their eyes have changed, and almost none of them gave me the same answer. I didn't know for sure who to believe.

If it's contacts, why would Edward lie about it? Jasper's answer made the most sense, and it matched Alice's. It sounded like something that Alice would want to do with everyone. She loved fashion, and she would definitely pull others along with it.

Charlie came into the garage after a while. He surveyed the room with his hands on his hips like he was looking at an art piece in a museum. "You did great. I think you can call this done for the day." His hand dropped down to fish for his wallet in his pocket.

"Here, have a good day," he gave me a firm, small smile and forty dollars between two fingers.

"Thanks," I took the money. "Mr. Swan?" I called him back before he left the garage. He paused to look at me.

"Is it okay if I hang out with Bella?" I fidgeted with the money in my hands.

He raised his brow for a second before nodding. "Sure," he left the room after that. After a few seconds, I could hear the muffled sounds of his sports game: cheers, whistles, and a deep garble that most have been a commentator talking.

The floorboards creaked lowly under my feet. I could see him from the corner of my eye before I went up the stairs. He has a beer in his hand and sports on TV. Leaving him alone, I traveled up the carpeted steps off to Bella's room.

"Charlie?" Bella called through the door when I knocked. A bed creaked on the other side before some shuffling to the door.

The door opened with a click, revealing Bella. She brushed her hair behind her ear. "Oh, hey. What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to hang out with you if that's okay."

"Sure," she nodded her head, wandering back into her room.

I walked into her room, closing the door behind me. She sat down on her bed, and I joined her.

"I...uh..." She paused to search for something nearby her until she found a book. I recognized the book easily as one of my favorites that I pointed out to her before when I helped her move into her room.

"I finished the series." She showed the book to me, placing it between us. She leaned over her lap, making herself be closer to me.

"Oh? Well, did you like it?" My eyes scanned the cover several times like it isn't my millionth time seeing it.

"Yeah, the protagonist is pretty cool." Her eyes stayed on the book before flicking up to me.

It spurred onto a long talk with each other about the books in detail. Other things had been talked about, too. The natural lighting in the room dimmed down to just her little lamp.

"Oh, wow. Time really passed." I noticed at that moment how dark it got outside. "I'd hate to have to go, but I have a feeling that Rachel has something she wants to tell me when I get home."

"Wait, maybe you don't have to go." Her hand caught mine as if to try to keep me there. "You could stay over if you want to."

"I need to go, Bella. I'm sorry; she's probably worried about me being gone for so long without telling her." I looked back into her eyes.

She didn't want me to leave, at least not yet. Her eyes looked into mine. Her bottom lip got nervously bit on like it often has. I could tell that she wanted me to stay longer, maybe, the whole night even, but I needed to go.

"Bella, I need to go. Maybe we can hang out over the weekend, okay?" I slowly slipped my hand away from her.

"It's not like I'm gone for good or anything." I joked before slowly slipping out of her room.

"I'm back, Rachel! I'm sorry that I was out longer than I was supposed to be."  I closed the front door behind me.

Before she could say the words, I sat down on the couch next to her and faced her.

"You had a dream about what I was going to say?" She grinned as she took her coffee mug off the coffee table.

"We're going to a dinner party with the Cullens over the weekend?" I knew this like they had the suspicion that I did.
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