1. Who Even is 5SOS?

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One dream. 

I've always only had this one weird dream and it's literally the same each and every time. To be honest, I think it's embedded in my memory because I can remember even the smallest of details from it.

"We're going to be best friends forever!"

Truthfully? I don't know what it means.

"Forever. I will never leave you Alyssa, never."

Nor do I know why I keep having it... but I guess it must be important then, right? Cause seriously, why else would I have such an odd dream? Plus, who even has the same dream over and over again?

Maybe I was going crazy? 

Ha, that would actually make a lot of sense though.

"I swear you guys are inseparable."

It starts off and ends identically each and every night...

I'm usually a younger version of myself in the dream, a girl with the same face but I look less mature. And then theres this little boy in the dream too, a boy with brown eyes and a goofy but sweet smile. 

He's kind of adorable now that I think about it.

It's a foggy dream most times and also kind of hazy here and there. I'm messing bits of pieces and information as the story goes, but I learned not to let it bother me as much anymore. I would always wake up feeling frustrated because I could never understood what was happening or the stupid "message" behind it, but then... I kinda just forced myself to stop worrying about it. Alyssa.

It was a pretty simple dream though. I think I know the boy in the dream, but I don't actually think we've met before... and by the looks of things, I guess we were best friends. After all, we made those cliche childhood promises to "never forget each other." You know, those fifth grade kind of promises?

But like I said, I don't remember him.

Then there's a big gap that I never seem to recall in the morning and then my mother comes out into the backyard - at least I think that's where we're at - teasing us about how close me and him are. Then the scenery changes and the younger "me" is in a car. It starts to move and then... nothing.

Nothing at all.

It's pitch black and all of a sudden: I wake up.

Of course, I'm having another one of these dreams. It doesn't matter if I'm in a deep slumber or if I'm taking a short nap. I always dream about this mysterious little boy... whether it'd be us hanging out in the backyard or in my room. I always dream about him whether I want to or not. Alyssa!

But now that I think about it... that sounds really creepy.

"I will always dream about this little boy."

Ya... I swear I'm normal!

"ALYSSA!"

I bolted straight up, my eyes widening at the sound of someone calling my name.

"ALYSSA! God damn it Alyssa! ARE YOU THERE?!" I looked around, flustered a crimson red in a mix of fright and confusion. My first instinct was to grab my phone and I immediately traced the noise back to the lit screen, then answered with a swift, hello?

"WOW! So she finally answers. Thanks for ignoring me!" Olivia - my closest friend - yells through the other line. We met back in highschool freshmen year when she sat next to me at lunch. I was alone and I didn't know anybody but she didn't either and immediately we clicked.

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