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Chapter 11: Firsts

It happened again. I was asleep in Caleb's arms and I had the dream again. This time, it was worse.

I screamed as Declan's car got hit. I took off running towards the wreck, the sound of his blaring horn infiltrating my ears. As I ran to the car, I saw Declan standing, doubled over in pain, bawling. I slowed to a casual walk, assessing the scene. Why was Declan outside of the car? How? I turned back towards the wreck and my heart fell. I began screaming even louder, greif overcoming me as I ran towards to car. It wasn't Declan's car. It was Caleb's.

I felt like my heart was ripped from my chest. "Caleb?! CALEB?!" I cried as I threw oen the door and tried to get him out. I slapped his face. "Wake up, baby, wake up! CALEB!" I tried everything, trying to make sure that he was alive. "No no no no no no...wake up baby!" Tears streamed down my face. "Please don't leave me..."

I felt hands pulling me away from the wreck. I turned around and found Declan. "Jason, come on..."

"NO!" I screamed, shrugging him off.

"Jason! Jason!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed and opened my eyes. Caleb was on top of me, attempting to wake me from the dream. I heaved, gasping for air. He moved from on top of me. running over to the mini fridge. I sat up, still gasping as he handed me a bottle of water. He rubbed my back as I gulped down the water. I wiped my brow as I breathed, trying to catch my breath.

"The dream?" Caleb asked. I looked around, recognizing my surroundings finally. We were still in the hotel room.

I exhaled and nodded. "It was horrible." I decided not to tell him that the dream had switched this time, instead saving the rehash for my Mom. "I'll be fine, Cale. Just...come lay back down," I said, patting the bed next to me. He sighed and I moved as he came to lay with me again. I rested my head in the crook of his arm and he kissed my forehead, hugging me close to him. His fingers comfortingly ran up and down my arm. It was nice.

I laid there for quite some time, unable to go back to sleep. Caleb's breathing was even, so I just assumed that he was asleep. I tried getting up, trying to move out of his arms to go stand by the window. The slightest of my movements sent Caleb into panic and he reared up. "Jace? Is everything okay?" It was cute how concerned he was.

"Relax, Cale," I giggled. "All's good. I just can't go back to sleep. That's all." I got up and walked over to the window, pulling back the curtains and looking out at the night time skyline. The view was fantastic.

I thought about the dream as Caleb laid there. Why had that happened? Why did I dream that it was Caleb who had died? I know superstitious people say that when you dream someone dies, it means that a major change is gonna heppen to them, either for the good or for the worse. I stood and thought logically of what could possibly change in Caleb's life at this point and I came up with possible options: one would be Gerard and Laura spilling up, which was highly unlikely.

Another was college: did he get into NYU? Or did he get rejected? I know that he applied to a couple other universities, as did I, but NYU was his first choice. It was the school he wanted, possibly needed, to go to. I scratched out that thought as I know that he;d be fine. He's go off to a college and have the college expereience of his life.

That left one other possible option: me. Was my presence in his life as his boyfriend dangerous? Does he feel forced into the relationship? Did I come on too strong? Was I going to be the reason for his downfall?

I heard rustling and I turned back to him to find him sleeping. He lay flat on his back, his head turned to me and his hand resting on his chest. He looked so peaceful and perfect. I walked over to the bed and sat next to him. His hand was on his chest, yes, but it rested over his heart. I placed my hand on top of his.