Janthony fanfics

Dont wake me up

//Juliet is actually Jasmine in his dreams //

Anthony's POV

I was in a meadow. Yes, a meadow. I had no idea what I was doing there or how I got there, but I was there. Loads of yellow sunflowers decorated the ground quite nicely. It was really beautiful if you take a close look and admire it all. I was looking to see if I had anyway to figure out where I was. But it was nothing but a big field of grass. No random castles or roads for me to go to. I then started to walk randomly, with no specific destination, watching my shoes as they stepped on the yellow sunflowers and lush green grass. I looked up, and instantly saw a human figure. I squinted at it, wanting to get a better picture of it. From where I was standing, it seemed to be a female. I wasn't entirely sure, so I had to walk closer to it to get what it actually was. As few steps in, and I knew it was a girl. She was sitting with her back facing me, but her hair was a chocolate brown. She was wearing a beautiful pastel yellow dress, which was flowing in the light summer breeze. The closer I got, the more nervous I turned. I didn't even know why. I mean, it was just a dream, right? I stopped right behind her, and as if on cue, she turned to look up at me, and my God , she had to be one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen in my life. She stood up, facing me, and I can fully say her eyes met mine.She smiled her perfect smile, and I couldn't help but smile back. How can a girl be this perfect?

"Let's dance!" She finally said to me. Her voice was even perfect. She grabbed me by the hands as I spun her around, a smile creeping onto my face. She was such a good dancer as I spun her back and forth. Even if we had no music, we had our own soundtrack in our heads. As we ended our dance, she glanced back and forth at my lips and eyes. She slowly closed her eyes and began to near her face closer to mine, but before I could get those perfect lips on mine, my alarm blared into my ear. That brought me back into the real world. Oh, the real world? The one where I wasn't dancing with a goddess? Yeah, that one sucked. I was that socially awkward dude with no friends. Literally, I had no friends. The only people I talked to were my sister and my teachers. I've never had an actual girlfriend. All the ones I actually dated wanted one thing: to get in my pants. Of course, I never gave that to them. I want an actual girlfriend who I can go on dates and cuddle when it's raining.

I kicked the warm blankets off me and went to turn the lights on. They burned my eyes for a bit, but for after a short while, they went back to normal. I stared around the room for a while, not knowing what to do with my life. I wasn't exactly daydreaming; I was sort of in La La Land. I snapped myself out of it, and went to take a quick shower. As I was washing myself, I couldn't help but think of the girl in my dreams, or to be more precise, the girl of my dreams. I didn't know why I was thinking so highly of her when she was only a mere image in my head. I've never met the girl in real life; I highly doubt someone like her would even exist, anyway.

I jumped out the shower, dried my hair for a few minutes, dried my body, and went to change for school. I used to care deeply of what I would wear for school everyday; I would even wake up at 3 AM just to plan my outfit. But, as I matured a bit, it died down. Today, I wore a plaid shirt complete with black tie, black shorts, white Converse, topped off with a black fedora-like hat. I was satisfied, so I spayed on some cologne and deodorant and came downstairs to wait for my sister Steph . I plopped myself on the couch to wait for her , and started to play geeky games on my phone like sudoku and chess. Yes, I'm a dork. Probably why no one ever bothered to go out with me; especially the girl in my dreams. I should give her a name. I think I'll name her Juliet . Yeah, that sounds pretty and sophisticated, which is exactly what she is. My sister  finally came down in bright red skinny jeans and a white lacy off-the-shoulder top, replete with white heels. I smiled at her, and she smiled a sleepy smile back. I stood up and headed to the kitchen for a fruit, and She followed as well. We stumbled to our silver Volvo, not excited of what this day will bring us.