Disorderly Conduct

The Real Deal

"Do I know you," he questioned with a confused face. "David, come on stop kidding," I pleaded. He looked at me like I was crazy. I tried to grab his wrist, and the last thing I expected happened. My hand closed around his arm.

Real David's POV

The beautiful girl's hand gripped my wrist. She must've thought I was someone, but she called my name as if she knew me. "How do you know my name," I asked. She dropped my wrist, and her face was as pale as a sheet of paper. "Are you ok," I asked. She looked as if she'd seen a ghost. A woman, whom I assumed was her mother, called to her. "Gwyneth! Leave that boy alone! Let him go," she yelled. She yanked Gwyneth by her arm. "I'm sorry, she has schizophrenia," the woman apologized. The girl held up her phone and snapped a picture of me, but her eyes never left mine as her mother pulled her along.

Gwynn's POV

The next day, my mom was trying hard to teach me the history of Greece, but all I could focus on was the picture of the boy who resembled my David exactly and even shared his name. Though I usually listened when she homeschooled me, the boy's face never left my mind.

My mom scheduled an emergency meeting for me and Debby the next day, so we could talk about the stranger David. "Who did you see the other day," she asked. "I saw David, but it wasn't my David. He looked like my David and had the same name, but I knew it wasn't him," I explained. "How did you know," she asked. "I ran into him, and he was solid. Then, when I grabbed his wrist and instead of kind of floating and just feeling his presence I felt him. Like he was a real person." Debby scribbled on her notepad. "I snapped a picture of him," I said as I showed her the slightly fuzzy picture of real David.

I decided to walk to the ice cream shop by myself before I went home. I had just sat down with my chocolate ice cream with cheesecake and caramel when someone sat at the seat next to me. I looked up into those brown eyes, and I knew exactly which David it was. "Are you ok? You seemed like you knew me or something the other day," he asked. "I-I'm fine. You just reminded me of a guy I know." His forehead wrinkled with confusion. "But you called me David, and that's my name," he answered. I shrugged. "Coincidence I guess," I tried to explain. "Your mom said your name is Gwyneth, and you have schizophrenia," he stated more than asking. I sighed.

I rummaged through my beat up satchel to retrieve an old drawing. I slid it across the table. "This is a drawing of an eight year old boy. I drew this when I was in second grade nine years ago, when I first started seeing my David." The boy looked at the picture with wide eyes. "That's me," he whispered. "I thought so." He looked up at me. "How did you get this," he questioned.

"Like I said, I started seeing this boy when I was eight. He's a hallucination created by my schizophrenia. He's like an imaginary friend, but we're super close," I explained. "Why don't you take medicine for that," he asked. "Medicine makes him weak, and it's hard see him," I responded. I couldn't help myself anymore. My hand went to his face, and I stroked his cheek. I felt the soft stubble and the strong contours of his cheekbones. Before my thumb reached his pale pink lips, he gave me the strangest look, and I immediately dropped my hand. "I'm sorry, that's a thing we do, and is hard to resist actually touching the real deal," I explained with my face tomato red.

A/n

Sooo I got a vote on my last chapter so I'm calling it a good sign. So like 1 or 2 votes or comments for chapter 3!!! You're gonna want that chapter!