state of dreaming ; malia tate.

sieben

Cara laid on her bed, asleep, her brother blasting Panic! At The Disco in his room. She had been tired all day and just desperately needed a nap.

She was seeing herself in a beautiful red dress at the high school. Malia was about five feet in front of her, kneeling, her face down so Cara couldn't see her features. Her boyfriend was on his knees next to her, rubbing her back, mumbling sweet things to her.

Cara heard a growl and whipped around, expecting to see a dog, but she saw a boy around fifteen, with blonde-brownish hair and puppy eyes that shined a bright gold.

She heard an ear piercing scream, causing her to fall to her knees, whimpering at the loud noise. The boy showed his fangs and growled loudly to the right at something.

An arrow flew through the cold air and pierced Cara's back. She gasped and her eyes widened. She let out a cry, Malia now looking at her.

Malia had a sad look on her face, a tear rolling down her cheek, leaving a wet mark down her face. Stiles's head snapped to Cara, his eyebrows raised, mouth open.

Cara screamed, her eyes now wide open as she woke up, looking around her room, noticing the different scenery.

Her uncle bursts in the door with a bat in his hands, Cara jumping from the sudden appearance of Colin.

"What happened?!" He yells, swinging the bat over his right shoulder, ready to strike anyone or anything.

"Nothing, nothing!" Cara yells, scrambling to the edge of her bed, holding her hands up to gesture a "hold on!".

"Oh." He says, relaxing his face and then smiling, "I'll see you later!"

He then proceeds to walk out of her room like nothing happened, which Cara chuckled at. But she couldn't seem to not worry about her dream.

- - - - - >

"Tonight we are victorious! Champagne pouring over us! All my friends, we're glorious! Tonight we are victorious!" Cory and Cara scream the lyrics to yet again another P!ATD song.

"C'mon Cara!" Cory yells.

"Double bubble disco queen, headed to the guillotine! Skin as cool as Steve McQueen, let me be your killer king! It hurts until it stops, we will love until it's not! I'm a killing spree in white, eyes like broken Christmas lights!"

Emmi sat on the couch, rolling her eyes, standing up and walking over to Cory's phone that was blasting amazing music. She switches it to a random pop music radio station, Ariana Grande now playing.

"My touch is black and poiso- Bitch, what?!" Cory yells to Emmi, resulting in her raising an eyebrow and going back to picking at her pink nails.

"What did you do that for?! And what is this stuff?" Cara asks, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. Who would turn off P!ATD?!

"I hate the music you listen to. This is the best music. Ariana Grande."

"What about Marina?" Cara asks, curiosity in her voice.

"Marina and the Diamonds? Ugh, I hate her."

Cara screams, her hand reaching I her back pocket, "I need to talk to Malia about this!"

(I've been so obsessed with Panic! At The Disco lately, I had to write a chapter about it. Aw ending is so cute. And what do you think about the dream?)