Could It Be Possible?

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Elsa's POV

 When I saw Jackson cry, I wanted to get up and hug him. So I did.

 I stood up and walked up to him. He didn't notice me since his face was buried in his knees. I sat next to him and wrapped my arms around him. He didn't look up or anything.

 "Did you mean all of that" I whispered as his sobs became silent. But deep down, I knew there was tears. "I'm so sorry" I said quietly as tears were threatening to fall. "I don't why I was so mean to you" I said as my eyes felt watery.

 "Please forgive me" I said making him hug me back. He rested his chin on my shoulder as I cried on his chest. "You have no idea how much I think about you" he said as I frowned from how guilty I feel.

 "But you don't know me" I whispered making him stop hugging me. Shouldn't have said that. "Which is why I want to get to know you" he said making me smile. "I know it sounds strange ,but I think I might lov-"

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 I sat up on my bed and gasped for air. I looked around and realized that I was in my room. Was it all just a dream? Awwwwww. I frowned and blushed at my thoughts. 

 "Finally wake" someone said. I tried to look for the person who said it ,but it was dark. "Morning princess" a familiar voice said. It was Jackson himself. "What are you doing here" I asked as he smirked. 

 "Well you see what happened was that at the park you may have been hit on the head by a basketball" he said as showed a disbelief expression. "Some idiot threw a basketball to your direction. Luckily,  yours truly was there to bring you home" he said as he bowed. "And how did you know where I live" I asked as he pointed at a picture of Rapunzel and me. Right. 

 "I'll be going now. Now that I know that your okay" he said as he was about to walk out. "Wait so you didn't sleep at all" I said as I checked the time. It was midnight. "Nahhh. You're way more important than my beauty sleep" he said making me blush.

 Hopefully he couldn't that I was blushing. 

 "Is that a blush" he asked with a smirk. Great, now I'm blushing harder. I pouted making him cup my cheeks. "I'll see you tomorrow snowflake" he said with the same smirk. That nickname again. Snowflake.

 He walked out with one last wave. "Bye" I said quietly. That was one weird dream. Only, it didn't feel like a dream. It felt so real. And was I about to tell him that I love him? Weird. But is it possible that I kinda like him. 

 I sighed and changed into a t-shirt and some sweatpants. Sweatpants solves everything. 

 Jack's POV

 I walked out of Elsa's room even though I wanted to stay. I took keys out and unlocked it. I opened the door and got in. I turned on the car making the radio turn on. There was a song playing a song that reminded me of Elsa. 

 It was Let it go/Let her go by Sam Tsui. 

 Although, everything makes me think of Elsa. Her platinum blonde hair, her blue eyes, or her amazing Broadway voice. 

 I smiled at the memory of watching her perform. But that dream. I can't just forget about it. You see  readers, I had this dream about Elsa. A dream where she was about to tell me that she loved me. If only Emma didn't wake me up. It was just a dream ,but it felt so real. It would be great if she actually did love me. 

 But it was all just a dream. A dream that I can't forget.

 

 Hi!!!!

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