We're Just Kids

Dreaming

{Shailene's POV} {A/N: WHOA!}

The pure white scenery. A thing I've become accustomed to over the years. There's no Heaven (or the opposite of it, for that matter) for me, just piercing white.

I'm tired of this. I get that I should be dead, but I just want to see my friends, just one more time before accepting this.

Then I thought of it.

Don't people who lost their friends or family usually have dreams after they pass away? Dreams with those people in them?

I just need to figure out how to get there.

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{Savannah's POV}

I crawled into bed, flicking off the light. I turned over, and closed my eyes. Slowly drifting off to sleep, I saw a glint of "Jupiter" out the window.

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{beginning of dream}

I saw a bright, white light at the end of the tunnel I found myself standing in. There was a silhouette of someone standing in the midst of the blankness.

"Hey!" I called out.

No answer. I made my way closer and closer until I could make out the familiar features of my best friend.

"Shailene?"

{end of dream}

"Savannah, are you okay?" Rachael was shaking me, my head coming up and down off of the pillow.

"If you stop shaking me, I will be!" I laughed.

"It's eleven o' clock! What are you still doing in bed?" she exclaimed.

"Oh, ya know, sleeping," I replied casually, pulling myself out from under the sea of sheets.

Rachael huffed. "I knew that, but why were you sleeping so late?"

I pulled open my dresser to grab an outfit for the day.

"Why are you asking so many questions?" I shoved her out of my room so I could get dressed.

I heard her knock on the door.

"I'm what some people call curious," she said bluntly. I heard her run down the hallway to her room.

"Oh, Rachael," I sighed to myself, cracking a smile.

"Hey!" she yelled from down the hall.

"Stop listening!" I demanded with a chuckle.

"Sorry, what?" she said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my glasses from the bedside table.

I threw on a plain black tank top, with my new Enderman hoodie over top of it. I put on some dark wash jeggings and purple Converse (the only pair of shoes I had, other than my black and teal track sneakers.) I made my way downstairs to see Adam sitting at the kitchen counter.

"What were you gonna show us last night? Other than that movie? You said there was something else?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, here ya go," he pulled out a piece of paper with small writing on it.

I counted 27 lines (on the front and back) of Skype names.

"For recordings. Speaking of which, we're doing a YouTuber Survival Games at 2. It can be your big debut," he smiled.

"Woo-hoo!" I cheered, and shoved the paper in my pocket.

{Author's Note: FINALLY, another chapter! Even though it was kinda uneventful...

By the way, this is dedicated to TTB124, who won second place in my 250 contest! :3

Baiii all my little lions!

Join da pride today!}