Déjà vu

Chapter One

I heard a distant scream and sat up abruptly in my bed. I brought my hand up to my heart, breathing deeply to try to calm my racing heart. It feels really gross while I'm all sweaty and I can't seem to breathe properly, but it's 1 A.M. and it would be weird to get up right now. If I got up and started my day every time this happened, I might as well become nocturnal. I don't know why I keep waking up like this, but I've grown used to them -- they're just everyday, normal nightmares. After lying there for a few minutes, steadying my breathing, I realized there was no way I was getting back to sleep and begrudgingly drug myself out of bed.

"Ew," I muttered standing up and shuddering as I felt all the sweat and grime coating my skin. I yelped as my feet touched the floor and quickly ran over to my drawers to find some of those fuzzy socks. I slipped a pair of pink ones on and made my way to the bathroom, whether I wanted to or not I needed to get up and take a shower.

As I turned on the shower, I heard a hesitant knock on the door and a mumbled "honey?"

"Yeah, mom, it's me!" I called out before I heard her retreating footsteps. Figures, she's probably used to it by now. I hopped into the shower and did my stuff, slipping on a new pair of not sweaty pajamas, and hopping back into bed. I checked my phone, 2:13 flashing on the screen. I sighed, at least I could get a couple more hours of sleep in. Or so I thought. Seconds later, there was a couple light taps on the window and I jolted out of bed, lunging for the baseball bat across the room. I crouched next to my bed and waited. Sure enough, a minute later a dark figure was sliding my window open and stepping inside my room. The person turned away from where I was and I took that as my opportunity, letting out a war cry and launching myself. The man turned around and caught me, grabbing a hold of the baseball bat and wrenching it from my grip.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he spoke, his voice soft and gravelly, "I didn't mean to scare you."

I raced to the other side of the room, "dude, what the hell? You can't just break into people's rooms and expect them not to freak out!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was here," he smiled shyly, "I'm new. The house looked empty and I didn't want to be at home, I'll just go."

"No!" I shouted. He raised an eyebrow and I backtracked, "wait...I didn't mean...but...ugh!"

He laughed, a deep melodic sound that hit my heart and made me feel something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I shrugged it off and laughed with him, it was contagious. "Yeah, babe, I get it, you just wanted to be with me all night long," he whispered, wiggling his eyebrows as I scrunched my face up in disgust.

"Yeah, right," I shot back, looking him up and down, "as if I'd ever want to do that."

He snorted, "keep telling yourself that."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. So, since you don't want to be home, how 'bout some Netflix?"

He narrowed his eyes, "depends. I need to know whether you watch anything good first."

"Probably nothing you would like," I giggled, "how 'bout you just pick the movie?"

"Deal." He smirked.

Oh no, I got myself into something, I thought, settling myself into the blankets. A moment later, he settled in next to me, dangerously close. I took a chance and snuggled in closer to him, but quickly regretted it when I failed to discreetly smell him and he turned around, smirking.

My eyes widened and I quickly turned my head towards the screen, where I noticed the opening credits for Incredibles 2, I would recognize them anywhere.

"Oh my gosh!" I squealed, "I love this movie!"

He laughed again, that deep, melodic sound that hits me right in my heart. "That's good, I thought you were gonna be laughing at me for this."