Zack's POV
I was running to her. She was just standing there like a deer in the headlights. The big semi truck was rushing to her. Why wouldn't she move? I yelled her name as my feet pounded into the ground. Each time I said her name, she would look back at me with tears. I felt my eyes water as I got closer. She finally faced me and when I went out to push her, she got hit, body flying across the street. We were only roasting marshmallows a few seconds ago. How did this happen?
I awoke with tears falling down and a red hot body. Sweat dripped down from my face as I sat up. I looked at the time, only to see that it was 2 am. The image passed through my head a million times. I got on both of my feet and walked outside with my keys in my hand. I knew it was way too late to see her, but she died in my dream. I have to make sure she was okay.
The cool night wind brushed through my face as I got in my car. I started the engine and just sat.
Would it be alright if I were to go over there. I mean she has Karla right next to her room. She would surely wake up. Who would even answer the door. Is this weird? I mean it's not like we're dating. Though I wish we were. "Fuck it." I said and drove to her house.
I walked to her door and knocked. For the first minute no one came, so I turned around knowing my idea was absurd. As I got to the curb, someone opened up the door.
"Zack?"
I whipped around seeing her angelic sleepy face. "I know it's late... but I just wanted to see you." I saw a slight smile form on her face. She opened the door and looked at me, waiting for me to come in. I walked over to her and hugged her. She jumped back and felt tense for a few seconds before she hugged me.
"What is this for?"
"I just thought I lost you."
".. Did you have a nightmare?" I slowly nodded my head in response and she let go. "I'll go make hot cocoa!" She walked over to the kitchen with a bounce in her step, seeming even more awake than earlier. I sat down on the floor in front of the couch.
As she was boiling the water she ran upstairs and grabbed her big white blanket and her old Winnie the Pooh blanket. As she came down she threw the blankets at me and ran back to the milk, making sure she didn't ruin the "soothing" hot chocolate.
I whipped the white blanket in the air and set that as the cushion from the ground and I wrapped up in the Pooh blanket, leaving extra for when she comes back. I heard the spray from the whipped cream. I turned towards her direction and watched her carefully sprinkle candy cane crushing on top of the cream. She smiled as she grabbed both cups and walked over to me.
She handed me one, carefully and she sat down covering her feet with both blankets. I looked her in the eyes as she turned her head to face me. "So Zackie, how did this nightmare end?"
"You dying."
"May I know this dream or should we do something to get your mind off?"
"I can tell you my dream and then we can do something."
"Good plan."
She talked like a therapist, letting me know I'll be alright just by showing she was alright.
"We were all roasting marshmallows by the fire, since we were camping. Then when I turn my head to get a chocolate piece, you were gone. Karla and William didn't notice. I stood up and just walked, hoping you would be down the path I was down. You were but you were just standing in the road. I noticed the semi truck coming and I'" I told her the rest of the story and once I finished she hugged me, harder and longer than the last one.
"I'm sorry Zackie. But hey, I am right here right?"
"You're right about that."
"Of course, I am always right!" She gave a goofy, cocky grin and lightly punched me on the shoulder. I fell back, pretending she hit me really hard. She then jumped on my stomch, making it look like an x. I laughed and she giggled, rolling off of me and kicking her feet. I laid right beside her watching her giggle. She then stopped and whispered to me, "I need to pee." She ran the the restroom and did her business.
She eventually came out of the restroom and ran to me. She looked at me and said, "Let's have a fashion show!"
I looked at the time and saw that it was already 3:30 am, but I didn't mind because I wanted to spend as much time as I could with her. I nodded my head and she ran to her room, me following.
Jessie's POV
I sat him down on the floor and looked him in the eyes. "You're the judge, but you're also a category giver. I have a huge closet behind me so I have A LOT of clothing. So Sir Zack, what's the first category?"
"... I don't know!"
"Oh c'mon! Think of an event."
"Thanks giving?"
"You got it!"
"Oh and you have three minutes to make an outfit."
"Three?!"
"Better go because you're already down to 2.40 minutes."
Zack's POV
She rushed to her closet and closed the door.
40 minutes passed and there was a huge pile of clothes on the floor. She claimed that it was her three minute time mark that she didn't have time to put them back. In my opinion, she was just too lazy.
We were both lying on the pile thinking of other things to do. "Zack?"
"Yes?"
"Can I do your makeup?"
I jerked up. "My what?"
"Oh c'mon! You can do mine!"
I thought about it. The downside of mine is that I would look like a woman, while she will just look ugly... ah who am I kidding, she could never look ugly. I faced her direction and nodded my head yes. She jumped up and ran to her restroom.
By 4:40 I looked like a cross-dresser, and she... she looked like a man did her makeup. Her....... eyeliner made her look like she just got punched in her face.
She was giggling every time she looked at herself in the mirror. I grabbed her hand and took her downstairs. "No Zack, we've gotta wash this off."
"No. We're going to watch a movie."
"...... butthole. We are going to watch Toy Story."
"I was thinking more of an action."
"There is action in Toy Story! That evil kid is decapitating dolls and switching bodies. He wanted to make buzz EXPLODE!"
"... I mean like Godfather?"
"... Okay I am down."
"Only because it's mafia."
"Duh."
The next day they awoke to a flash in their eyes. Karla jumped and ran upstairs, cursing at herself for not looked to see if the flash was on or not.
Yeah I know this one was lame but eh I am so... :)
