Hell With A Smile.

Andy's POV

I kept smiling like some possessed demon, skipping and grinning in a field, surrounded with white and yellow flowers respectively, giving the scenario a Disney like look... I greedily took in the scent of fresh sweet air, I was totally Alice in Wonderland right now!...

Looking down at my hands, the bright blue hand gloves shone in newness..

"Purff, screw this, lets get real" I muttered underneath my breathe and took them off, touching every colour of flower with my bare hands, suddenly the flowers began to fade, shock was the understatement of what I had on my face....

Awaking with a start, gasping for supposed air, a tear had mistakenly left their glands and was heading down my cheeks...

"What the... " cutting myself short and trying so hard not to curse, something exciting had to be the reason for my weird dream.....

"PAUSE!!"....

Yup, it's exactly what you're thinking... " I'm Andy Hunter, and I don't go having scary dreams for the fun of it, somehow, it had to be a nice day, awkward... I know"

I took a glance round my room for any possible clues, the pink, soft, foot mat was still in place, blue curtains, yellow drawers and green sided mirror was still in place, don't gasp! I'm a total loser when colours are involved, but relax until you get to see the orange bedsheets, sky blue painted wardrobes...hahahaa, lets just say I dislike blending in, I enjoyed mixing up colours, making things a bit captivating to the eye, well....not in the manner that you expect but am not Cinderella, Barbie or shinny little fairy....call me weirdo, you really won't be the first.

With my "seriously thinking face" intact, I jumped off the sheets...

"Oh shit!!, I'm smart, pretty, got good grades, but I need a therapist if am ganna go forgetting my 18th birthday today, no kidding!!!....getting old really is no fun!"

I opened my doors and.... PAUSE

"mehn!!, can I just get on with this story without the *I* syndrome??... I'm kinda freaking out and I wanna forget this whole thing is about me" ----perfect!

Andy (pheww!), tiptoed along the tiled floors towards a glassy door, two rooms apart from hers, she steadily opened it and went in, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible...

Close to the bed post, she grabbed a half drank sachet of water from the drawer and smirked......pouring the contents on the sleepy occupant....

"What the heck!!!" An unsuspecting male voice swore and awoke with a start, glancing annoyingly at the direction of the giggle.

"Wao bro! for a dude your age, you sure swear a lot"

"Andy Peter James!, care to tell me why you are mistaking my sheets for the sink??"

"That's so not my name Finnderland" Andy knew too well Finn disliked an addition to his name, especially that!...but hey!, he so began it...

"Andy!" Finn called calmly with heavy breathes "you are yet to reply me and that's so not my name"

But she only rolled her eyeballs and sat on his bed

"Whatever bro, you are doing a poor job of sounding intimidating right now"

Finn smiled.... "Care to explain why am getting a splash bath in my room at exactly 6:00a.m, on a cold Monday morning??"