A hand gently approaches towards me and then firmly holds my hand. As I shoot up, I see the boy I know and love (note the sarcasm) wear his transparent shiny armour. It was Daniel.
"Levi, are you okay?" A soft voice releases from him.
"Obviously, it's not like I passed out right in front of your door." I keep shaking my head in utter despair.
He raises his eyebrows at me soon after looking at the ground. I start to giggle and then form a straight face.
"I want pizza." I state emotionless.
He walks past me and then turns around with a smirk painted onto his face. "Well?" He challenges. "You coming? If you're not, can you put my jacket on the hook?" He throws his jacket at me and I just about catch it.
He's funny if he thinks that I'll obey an order from him. Throwing the jacket back at him and swiftly walking past him, I turn this game upside down by making an order.
"You're paying." A slight smirk appears on my face.
Free pizza, what's not to love?
I just hear a chuckle from behind as it gets louder due to the doppler effect. He's catching up to where I am.
Suddenly, I hear voices calling my name. The corridor shatters as my surroundings turn bright white. Once it fully shatters, the colour black appears once again. I should've known. This was a dream.
...
"Levi! What are you doing?" A voice practically screams in my ears.
Without opening my eyes, I scream back. "Um I don't know, maybe waking up!"
Er. It's him. Daniel. No wonder I was dreaming about him, I would never dream about him voluntarily unless he was getting eaten by a monster. Well, he was buying me free pizza in the dream and I like that. No matter who buys it, I'm always up to free pizza.
"Thanks for stating the obvious!" He complains, eyes on me.
I fully open my eyes, "Well thanks for asking the obvious!" I shout back finally being aware that my breath stinks.
Well shame on him, I hope my stinky breath is the reason why he suffocates. But of course, he doesn't. That's unfortunate.
"Gosh, she can't handle one drink." I hear him mutter quietly to himself as if I can't hear.
Still laying on the floor, I finally stand up to face him. "Well excuse me for being sensitive to a drink that destroys people's livers."
He looks away as he continues to mutter some profanities.
I carry on facing him with my green pebbles. "I liked you better in my dream." I mutter before I walk away.
A slight second before I turned away I saw him turn to my direction as his pupils dilated. Did he hear? I don't really have the energy to care. My head hurts. I can feel mini swords stabbing my brain as I attempt to walk to my dorm. My focus gets a little blurry but I manage to make it.
Moments later I collapse into my beloved bed.

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It's Only Gossip
Literatura KobiecaImagine your typical, teen student in highschool resisting the urge to consistently blurt out the truth. She's quite known, well respected, and open minded. Now imagine that same teen stuck in a college filled with stereotypical rich snobs. Yes, we...