13 Going On 30 (Peterick)

7

I opened my eyes and I was back in the closet. The door opened and someone came in. I pushed them out of the way and ran out of the house, and down the street to the emo soccer kid's house.

I knocked on the door nervously and waited for him to answer. He opened the door to see him and all his eyeliner wearing glory.

"Patrick?" He asked. He looked like he was about to cry.

"Yeah,"

"I thought it was just a dream. I didn't want that dream to end and--" I cut him off by pressing my lips to his.

We continued to make out for a few minutes until we were completely out of breath.

"I love you," He said and my heart melted.

-8 years later-

I looked at my beautiful husband as we sat on the porch swing looking out at our yard.

"Isn't it weird that we met in a dream?" He asked and I nodded.

"I'm glad you're a real person." I said and he chuckled.

"Me too." He said and kissed me.

THATS THE END :'(
I know, I'm crying too. This was fun to write. I hope you guys enjoyed it too!