After a year of separation the unlikely duo of the class clown and the shy boy end up swapping bodies again, but this time they're on two different continents... it's about to go down.
Sequel to I'm you and you're me.
"Night mum." I shouted as I closed my bedroom door.
I'm pretty sure she didn't hear it but I do this anyway to feel like she did.
At times I even imagine her saying 'Good Night love' in reply. Wow I sound really pathetic don't I?
I stayed up late working on my assignment that I should have technically done over the last week but my professional procrastinator ass thought - why not leave everything for the last day?
I don't know is it just me but there's something about staying up late at night when everyone else is asleep. I feel the most alive in the night almost as if the world is mine now.
I can walk on the empty streets without anyone looking or staring in my direction. I can run as fast as I can without feeling judged and just sit by the footpath and look up at the night sky.
At times I even climb up on our house's roof (which is deadly but fun) and just stay there stargazing. At times the moon gives me company or hides behind the clouds.
But today I was sitting on my desk working my ass of for something half of my classmates couldn't care less about. But that's just the way I am... I care too much at times...
The clock struck almost 1 when I was over. Ehh it'll work I guess. Miss Jules hates me anyway.
I have a mini rant because I'm a very problematic and overdramatic person. I hate it how teachers want the kids to be literally best at everything. I just want to be that one kid who does the work on time and get decent grades. Why do I need to be good at my studies, participate in competition, play sports and be interactive in class?
Why arent we happy with just the way we are? It's because no one lets us be. It's because they keep on asking for more and more until we completely drain ourselves out. Okay I'll stop I'm just venting it out of my system no reason I'm sorry.
I only caught like a wink of sleep when I heard a really familiar loud bell.
I woke up staring at the clean blackboard sitting on a classroom desk. Wow this is some next level dream. It seems so real... Was this a vision or something? but as I was about to close my eyes a hand grabbed on my shoulder.
"Wakey wakey Jeno" Justin grinned at me doing his cute but cringy aegyo.
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... Wait a minute. J-Justin? Why did he look so different? Why was he calling me... Oh no. Oh hell no. Not again. No way. I need to wake up rn.
This is a nightmare. This better be a nightmare.
I tried snapping out of it but with no luck. Okay this was apparently real. I'm not okay. I AM DEAD. I better be dead.
"What?" I realised my voice sounded so different. Oh God... It was happening again. Shit. Kill me.
