I walked through the front door of my house, laughing at something. Two boys followed me in. One had blonde hair, green eyes, and was trying not to laugh. The other one had bright blue eyes with glasses and was also blonde. He looked smug, so I assumed he was the one who told the joke. They looked familiar, but I had no idea why.
There was a sudden BANG! and something hot whizzed by my head.
“Get down!” the green-eyed boy yelled. He had a British accent. I watched from above as the other tackled me to the floor.
“What are you doing?” I saw myself yell at the boy who had tackled me. Bullets were flying everywhere, but they weren’t hitting us.
“Protecting you!”
“You’ll get shot!”
He smiled at the other, younger me. “Yeah, but I heal from physical wounds quickly! You, on the other hand, could die!”
I looked over at the British boy and saw that he was struggling through the gunfire to get to a door down the hall a bit, out of the gunmen’s range. Once he was there, he motioned for us to follow. The boy on top of me nodded.
“How am I—?” I began to ask, but the boy picked me up suddenly, cutting me off, and ran towards the other boy. We entered the room, closing and locking the door behind us.
“What hell is going on?” the other me demanded.
The boys shared a look before the British one sighed. “Holly, we don’t have much time to explain. Those guys could break through that door at any second.”
“Then let’s just disappear on them.” I watched myself run to the other side of the room, where a cabinet was. “Arthur, help me push this. Al, you get on the other side and pull.”
Oh yeah, I thought. There’s a secret entrance to my room in here.
“Or I could move it myself,” the boy with the glasses said. He went over and moved the entire cabinet on his own.
He’s so strong, I thought. How can someone be that strong?
The scene started to fade.
Wait, no!
I woke up in my bed, my alarm clock blaring. I sighed and turned it off, rolling over to get a couple more minutes of sleep before I absolutely had to get ready for school. My dream was already fading from my mind.
My leg hit something warm. I yelped and jumped back. Once I saw who was in my bed, I sighed.
“Oh, it’s just you,” I said, my heart rate returning to normal.
Chun-Yan’s head popped out from under the covers. She giggled at me. “Your hair is crazy-aru.”
I flushed, trying to flatten my hair down. “Well, sorry I can’t wake up with perfect hair like you.”
She giggled again and got out of my bed. “Come on! Let’s get ready for school-aru!”
“Wait, why were you in my bed?” I asked before she left my room.
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Never Forget Taking the Brown Bomber Jacket
FanfictionIt's been two years since England wiped Holly Rosewood's memory and sent her back to her normal life. However, not everything is as it seems. There's someone new in town and when it comes to Holly, America and England would do anything to protect...
