Another Day

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I stared at the dumbstruck Thomas. For the rest of the day he just seemed shook up. I can't even explain it. He couldn't even look at me straight in the eye, which hurt a lot. What did I do to hurt him so badly? Am I just that big of a failure?

"Hey Elise. What's up?" Lenore asked. I just shrugged my shoulders absentmindedly. "What's on your mind now?" She chuckles.

I look down. "Thomas, I think he's mad at me or something. He hasn't talked to me since I woke him in Maths," I whispered. Lenore put her finger on her lips as if in thought.

"Maybe he dreamt something that messed him up? Maybe he just doesn't like being woken up?" She suggested. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well do you know where he is? I gotta talk to him," I murmured.

"I heard he was going to study in the library after school today. Go down there and talk to him." I bite my lip nervously and nod.

The last bell of the day rang, giving me the chance to run to the library. I ran into the quite room, filled with books and students I barely interact with. I look to the very back and see Thomas searching something on a computer. I walk up behind him and see what he's doing.

Strange dream experiences.

Weird, why is he looking that up? I pull up a chair beside him but he's too focused on the article to notice.

"Hey," I whisper. He jumps in surprise and turns his head towards me. He still had the dumbstruck face. "Why aren't you talking to me?"

"I had a dream. Let me explain- your dad tried to kill you so you went to the hospital. They ran tests on you and found out you had cancer. Then we began to date. Later in the dream I proposed, you said yes but then told me your cancer was terminal. Then later you died, then I died," he mumbled so quiet it was barely audible. I bit my lip and looked down.

"But I'm fine, you're fine. We are fine," I say back. He nods slowly then closes out his tab he was reading.

"I gotta get out of this cell. Wanna go catch a meal or something?" Thomas breathed out. I nodded and Thomas grabbed his backpack and took me out to his car. I got into the passenger seat and he began to drive.

He pulled up to what looked like a diner. We got out and went inside to the 70's looking place. Colors painted the walls, tables, floors, and every mark to be seen.

We sat at a table close to the window and across from each other. A woman in a busty outfit came to take our order but she was too mundane to even listen to without yawning. She took our orders of 2 cheeseburgers and a strawberry and vanilla milkshake.

Thomas rubbed his eyes with his hand. When he opened his eyes they seemed to water a bit. Something about that dream really messed him up.

I played with the natural ringlets in my hair and looked into Thomas' golden orbs. His eyes began to glow like a sunrise that barely made it over a hill, random specks of hazel could be seen around the pupil.

I could tell Thomas was looking into my hazel ones. My eyes are the hazel you'd see in a golden meadow, with the greenest trees and grass and the brightest gold wheat.

I lick my lips once our orders come around. I gladly sip my vanilla milkshake and feel reassurance rush over me. Thomas licks the whipped cream off his straw, getting specks onto his nose and upper lip. I giggle and Thomas sincerely smiles. He seems to be less shaken up now that he's told me what's wrong.

I felt my leg bobbing up and down under the table, something I tend to do in a silence like this. "So uh Thomas, when you were asleep in Maths, the teacher told us about a project. Do you wanna be my partner?" I ask. Thomas smiles brighter and nods enthusiastically.

"Yeah, I'd like that. What are we supposed to do?"

"Write a story about two numbers falling in love," I tease. Thomas scrunches his nose and laughs.

"I can write about my dream. That'd be a hell of a love story," he says. I nod and we both laugh. It feels good to know he feels better now.