Puckabrina: What's Going on?!

6: Reality

*EDITED/REWRITTEN*

"To do this," And with that he meshes his lips with mine.

I moan into his mouth. His hand reaches around me, holding my waist and pulling our bodies closer together, if that's even possible.

I wrap my arms around his neck, my hands tangling in his blonde curls. He seems to follow my lead, his left hand coming up to hold the back of my head, intertwining with my long, wavy blonde hair.

He pulls back, giving us both a chance to breathe.

"You gonna punch me this time?" He pants.

"Just maybe,"

I lean forward as kiss him again. This kiss... It's better than during the weird vision thing.

Vision, vision, vision... The word echoes throught my head. It's any of this even real?

I untangle my hands from his hair and shove his chest, making him stumble away from me. A look of hurt flashes across his face.

"I don't even know if this is real or not," I say, my voice breaking as tears fill my eyes.

"This what?" He exclaims.

"This!!" I say, gesturing to the whole... thing.

"The room? Me? Us?! I don't understand what you're talking about!" He yells.

"Everything! I don't know if it's real or not!" I say as I slide down and sit against the wall, bringing my knees to my chest and hugging them tightly.

"Then you better find out. I finally take a chance and tell you, I even freaking kissed you!" He runs his hand through his hair and paces. "I thought you kissed me back, but then you're telling me how none of this is real?!"

"I never said that! I don't know if this is one of my vision-dream things or reality!"

"Figure it out then," He snaps.

And I'm laying on the floor, cold stone pressing into my arms and legs where my clothes aren't covering my skin.

"Sabrina?!"

"What happened?" I groan.

"We were talking and you just... passed out,"

"Well I had another vision thing, although I know what you said during it isn't true," I say as I sit up and lean against the wall.

He waits for a moment, then says, "What did I say?"

"Nothing, it doesn't matter," I mumble, cheeks burning.

"What did I tell you earlier?"

"That it did matter," I mumble, looking at the ground.

"Exactly. So now you will tell me about all of your vision things," He say as he sits down beside me.

Almost the whole time I'm talking to him, his face is am emotionless mask. The only exception is when I tell him about the first kiss we had. A flicker of something in his eyes before he quickly suppresses it.

He clears his throat. "Well then..."

My cheeks are probably tomato red. I'm surprised to see that his are kind of pink as well. 

"It seems to me like when you pass out is when you have vision things,"

"Yeah, I guess so,"

"So when you were sleeping, we didn't notice that you'd passed out,"

"...makes sense,"

"I'll know when you're having a vision, but how will you know?"

"I won't. I can never tell until it's over,"

"There must be something..."

"There's not" I say angrily, "That's what I was telling you,"

He smirks, "That was in a vision,"

I slap, him leaving a slightly pink, hand-shaped mark on his cheek.

"Stop it," I say through clenched teeth, "Stop it right now,"

He stops smirking but doesn't say sorry or anything.

"I don't even know what's real or not. Is this real? How should I know?! For all I know this could be a vision and nothing I do will matter once I wake up!" I ramble, making large gestures with my arms.

"Feels real enough to me," He says, rubbing his cheek.

"Whatever," I mumble, my anger gone.

"Anyway, while you were ranting and raving over there about reality, I figured something else out about the visions,"

I wait but he doesn't say anything to me.

"And?" I say, annoyed.

"Each time, in the visions of course, when you talked to me, I said something true,"

"Like what you were doing during the time I was gone,"

"Exactly,"

"What were the other true things?" I ask teasingly, leaning my face closer to his.

His cheeks turn a darker shade of pink.

"N-Nothing," He stammers, "I-It doesn't m-matter,"

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