Not just another cliche love story, Right? (A wavier story)

Chapter 8 Lovely

Xavier's POV
Maybe I'm crazy, I'm not sure but she's stunning. She started to move slowly like she was uncomfortable. Then her head shot back. A vision. She was having a vision. I shot up and went over to her, picked her up slowly and sat her up leaning her Against the back of the couch. But her back stayed stiff so all I could really do was lay her on my lap. She layed there for about a minute having a vision. Then her eyes opened. She looked at me with what looked like concern. I should be concerned not her. "What happened?!" , I asked, yup I was 100% concerned. "It was nothing", "its never nothing". She didn't wanna say so maybe I shouldn't push her. "I'll tell you later, im a bit on edge after waking up to that of all things", she had a point. It would feel kinda scary to wake up like that.

Wednesday's POV
Jesus. I hated the feeling I get whenever I see him. I woke up from my vision on his lap. No, not in that way. I was simply laying there. The second I opened my eyes he was full of concern. The vision was simple and not at all that bad. Yet for some reason I couldn't figure out how to word it.
I was running. I'm not sure why or where too but I knew I was. I could feel it, sense it following me. Footsteps. Charging forward with all my might but still not fast enough. I ran quickly and dodge yet another attack. They seem to have a knife or spear of some sort. At best a Pitchfork. What a way to die. I seem to continue running and then....
I'm alive. I'm alive and awake and laying in his lap. Hes asking me questions but I turn them all down. It takes me a minute to register my position and when I do I bolt up nearly banging my forehead on his while standing up. He stands up with me. He's just staring at me then he says something strange for him to say. Out of the blue. "You look lovely when your shocked", he mutters.