Tough Chance, Kid

Hallucinations

*Emma's POV* *Time Lapse*
"Cara! I'm telling you! It was so fucking real." I shouted to the laughing woman. "I believe you. I do. I just can't believe you dreamed about that." She laughed. I sighed. Last night, I had a dream about Regina and I. We had met up somehow and it was love at first sight. We fell in love and ended up having sex. And I imagined all of it. The moans. The touches. The words. All of it. I had woken up, my body drenched in sweat. So, I took a cold shower and tried not to think about it. Now, I'm sitting in the kitchen, across from Cara, talking about it. "You've got it bad Emma." She said. I sighed. "I know." I said. She nodded. Today's February 2nd. The day I pick my winner. I'm letting Cara pick. Yesterday was Regina's birthday. She came into one of my periscope sessions, so I sang happy birthday to her. There were 2700 other people in the session. She's 18 now. She's like, the only thing on my mind. Today's Monday. We had to get up early to start recording some songs. I have to upload some videos today. Then, start planning for my tour. "Have you picked a winner yet?" I asked. Cara smiled and nodded. I nodded and looked away. "Don't you wanna know who it is?" She asked. I shook my head no and she feigned a gasp. I rolled my eyes and she chuckled.

*Regina's POV*
I laid in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. It's 11 am. I'm home sick. I've been sick since Friday evening. Emma sang me happy birthday yesterday, and I'm still not over it. There were so many other people in the session, but she noticed me. Me. I've gotten a ton of new Twitter followers since Emma and Cara both followed me. It's cool, but it's also made my bullying worse. Now they're saying it's only for pity and they don't actually care. They're probably right. There's no way in hell Emma Swan and Cara Delevingne actually give two shits about a nobody like me. I turned over in my bed and grabbed my phone. Emma posted a new video. I smiled and opened it. She started playing her guitar and I couldn't help but smile and fall in love, just a little more.
Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home

Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know (know)
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

We keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone

And if you hurt me
That's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home

Oh you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were 16
Next to your heartbeat
Where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul

And if you hurt me
Well, that's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go