Out of My Limit

OUT OF MY LIMIT

PROLOGUE:

I walk up to the counter.

“What can I get you today, Mr. Irwin?” the very familiar Starbucks man at the counter asks me.

“I’ll have my usual, Rico. Thanks.” I reply to him.

As I walk to a table while a wait for my drink to be ready, someone bumps into me. They spill their drink all over me.

I look up, and it is a very beautiful girl, with big green eyes and dark brown hair.

“I am so sorry… Ashton Irwin? OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY I DIDN”T EVEN REALI-“

A loud beeping sound interrupts the girl’s screaming.

“No!” I yell at my alarm clock. I slam my hand down on the screeching black box.

I have this dream a lot. I know what you may be thinking, it’s a typical fan fiction dream that most teenage girls have, but I can’t help it. I dream about this girl all the time, and it always gets interrupted. In the end of the dream sometimes, after she cleans off my shirt and I give her my number, we get married. But we all know that that will never happen.