Catching My Breath

First, the dreams...

"Do you trust me?" the bronze, curly headed guy with the most perfect features asks me.
I nodded, wondering why he would ask such a stupid question. Oh! but this guy was the most handsome person I've ever laid eyes on. Angelic features, light brown eyes and tan skin. Oh God! Stop looking at him, I tell myself. I turn my face to check my mouth for drool. Nope. We're good.
He smiled that gorgeous grin and held out his hand for me to take.
"Take my hand." he orders me.
I reach for it but draw back just as quick.
"Why?" I ask curiously. He looks over my shoulder and then at me with an urgency in his eyes.
"Aubrey! I can't make you do anything you don't want to do, but you seriously need to take my dang hand!" he says looking me straight in the eyes.
Okay. Rude but a little bit sexy. I like it.
I sigh loudly and take his hand in mine. "Okay. Fine." I mumble. In less than five seconds we're in the air and I'm screaming for my life.

"Ahhhh!" I scream sitting up in my bed. My bed. Oh my God! It was just another crazy dream. So real, though.
"The same dream?" my mom asks peeping from behind the door. I nod and rub my sweaty forehead.

3 weeks later...

"Why don't you just ask him out already?" I ask.
"Because, Aubrey! That's psycho. He should come to me." Demi says in her matter of fact tone.
Demi has asked plenty of guys out herself but apparently this one is "THE ONE." Demi is beautiful. Black hair to her waist, tan skin, perfect face, skinny and average height whereas I'm pale, ombré colored hair past my boobs, 5"1 and I get compared to Emma Watson of all people. I should be flattered since "Harry Potter" rules and all but I'm not. I'm jealous of Demi. Though I've went through my fair share of the "I'm-in-Love-With-You" phase when I was sixteen, Demi just has me beat in all categories.
"Right. This one is "the one". " I laugh, winking at her. She laughs and goes back to gawking at him from afar. Sigh.
"Well, I'm gonna head home then. You good here?" I ask, grabbing my backpack.
"Oh! Yeah. Text me when you get home, k?" she replies, kissing my cheek.
Here's the thing; People think that Demi is completely stuck up when she's the complete opposite. Try over protective. I honestly don't know how we came to be best friends but I'm grateful.

I head out of the bar into Leachville, Arkansas's winter atmosphere. We don't drink or smoke like you're probably thinking. Not that we haven't tried. It just wasn't for us, that stuff. The bar here is where all the high schoolers hang. It just turned into the cool spot.
I grab my keys from my back pocket and walk quickly to my Volkes Wagon.
CRUNCH!
I turn around fast.
"Who's there?" I ask into the night. No answer. I jump into my car and gun the engine, hoping to get home fast. I turn on my radio. Static.
"Oh my-" I gasp.
Angel dude. From my dreams. It's him. I get out of the car.