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Luke couldn't stop thinking about his dream.

Usually, he never remembered his dreams. But this time, it was all he could think about. It was like it was glued into his brain, or sewed.

She was clear in it. And her voice was soft, like clouds, and comforting, like a lullaby. There were flickering images in his mind of mattresses and bed sheets. And her lips were soft, too, and he tasted her cherry Chapstick.

He wondered what it all meant.

He remembered the lesson he had in Psychology class last year. All about dreams. So he knew that this one had to have a meaning.

Lately, he couldn't get her out of his head. It was like he wasn't in control of his mind, and she had him under a spell.

So he sat in Chemistry, daydreaming. He was so out of it, that by this point he was basically drooling all over his desk.

"You there?" A voice spoke, snapping Luke out of his thoughts. "What? Oh- yeah." He stuttered, wiping the drool off of his chin.

He looked at her. She was wearing an oversized grey t-shirt tucked into light wash denim skinny jeans. He liked it when she wore jeans because she looked good in them, especially blue jeans, because Luke felt like he could never wear blue jeans.

"Just thinking." He shrugged.

Arabella raised an eyebrow. "About what?"

You. He thought, but didn't say it out loud (thankfully).

"Uh, I- What my mum is going to make for dinner." He shrugged, mentally patting himself on the back for the save. "She made spaghetti last night. Damn, I love spaghetti."

Arabella chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Well you're the human equivalent of a noodle, so I could see why."

He nudged her playfully at the comment.

"But wouldn't that be cannibalism?" Luke wondered out loud, causing Arabella to stifle a laugh.

"Are you busy after school?" He blurted out, his blue eyes widening after the words came out of his mouth. "Until 4, yes." She said, scribbling some notes the teacher wrote on the board.

"Oh, well, my mum misses you. It's weird, I think she sees you as her daughter or something," He said.

"No, Luke, I'm pretty sure she sees you as her daughter." She laughed lightly, Luke awkwardly stifling a laugh. "Anyways," He continued.

"She told me to tell you to come for dinner." She didn't. He was just looking for an excuse to hang out with her.

"Oh, how sweet. Tell her I'll be there." She smiled.

He mentally pat himself on the back.

-

After school, Luke rushed out of his last class and back home.

He texted his mom that Arabella was coming over, but ironically, his mom had to stay late at school.

He panicked, scrambling around the kitchen trying to figure out what to make for her, without poisoning her.