What The Hell Just Happened?

Hello, this is Elsa and Ruhbab. We're best buddies and we came up with this story together. It's written by Elsa, and Ruhbab was miles away in her room with a phone in hand making suggestions. But credits (or criticism) go to both of us.

 I can't stop thinking about dad, i look at the side mirror of the car, and Lola, my best friend is standing there waving goodbye at me. I take one last look at the place I grew up in and look in front of me again. I will my tears to stop, without much success. And beside me my mom is trying her best not to cry and concentrate on the driving. In the back seat my three years old brother, Nolan is playing with his toys. I don't know what will happen when we reach Chicago, i hope my new school is good. My red hair is on my face again, and it's freaking' bothering me. So I tie it up in a pony tail. I'm feeling damn exhausted and tired and regretful. I just broke up with my boyfriend Eugene. We figured that long-distance is not going to work for us. Strangely enough, I already can't focus on his face in my mind. Like he's somebody that I used to know a long time ago. Only his dark auburn hair is coming to my mind in proper resolution. But that's good, i guess. The less I remember, the less i hurt.

Oh my god, we finally arrived. My heart is beating, and I'm so scared. I wanna go back to NY but what the hell! There's nothing left for me back there. So, my new house is bigger than I expected, old though. My room is nice. We have chinese takeout for dinner. I didn't hear a single thing my mom said while having dinner because i was too busy thinking about getting a job, thinking about Lola, and most of all, MY OLD FREAKIN' LIFE. After dinner, i go to bed and fall asleep instantly. I dream about my dad.

The first thing in the morning, i go looking for a job. I do find one, in a creepy old bookstore that smells like dust, grime and old books. And holy hell am i creeped out by the old pervert who keeps staring at me. and the pervert is supposed to be my boss. I wouldn't tolerate it if not for the money, the job maybe super creepy but it pays 15 dollars an hour and i decide to work only for 4hours after-school.

I look at the building in front of me as my mom pulls up through the driveway. I'm wearing a Linkin Park t-shirt under my grey jumper with faded jeans. my red hair is tied up in a long pony tail. My mom named me Ruby for a reason after all. I say goodbye to her and head for my new school. First period is Chemistry, my most hated subject. I enter the class and take an empty seat. After a few minutes a blond guy comes and sits down beside me. The teacher comes in and starts the lesson. He makes us lab partners. I find out that his name is Brendan.

It's been almost two weeks since I started school here, and i've become pretty good friends with Brendan. At lunch, I meet up with Brendan in the cafeteria. I notice that a guy is staring at me. It makes me feel good because holy mother of god he's HOT! But somehow he looks so familiar, like I know him from somewhere. His auburn hair catches my eye, even from here his hair looks silky and soft. And suddenly he stands up and starts to walk towards me. Brendan excuses himself and goes to meet with his other friends as if on cue. The next thing I know, the guy who was staring at me is standing beside me. He grabs my hand and drags me to the boys locker room and pushes me to one of the lockers and starts kissing me. Hard. I close my eyes, i know he's a stranger and i don't even know his name, but the kiss feels so good. I open my eyes and suddenly I'm staring at the ceiling of my old home in NY.

I'm sitting in the Algebra class, not paying attention to anything Mr. Greene says. I look out the window and see the New York city like I do everyday. The events of this morning comes to mind. When I opened my eyes I found myself in bed, drenched with sweat, I ran downstairs as if hell was following me to my parent's bedroom. I barged right in and found my dad sleeping there. He was there, on the bed, sleeping peacefully without a care in the world. I realize that all of that was in my dreams. Moving to Chicago, our new house, my new room, my new school, Brendan too, was all a dream. Even that ex-boyfriend was a dream. The guy I kissed was a dream too. My dad never died and we never moved and I'm still in NY and that marvelous kiss never happened. But MY DAD IS ALIVE! I started crying standing there, happy and sad at the same time.

The voice of Mr.Greene brings me back to the present. He's talking about a new guy, some transfer student from Chicago. Chicago, i remember my strange dream again. It just felt so real. A shadow near the door catches my eye and I glance that way. And there he is. The guy I had a very realistic and intense make out session with in my dreams, his dark auburn hair tousled-from sleep maybe- his tall, muscled and lean figure standing in the doorway, looking very comfortable in his own skin. He's just pure bloody hot. Butterflies flutter in my stomach. He walks in the class and hands Mr. Greene some papers. Then turns around and looks straight at me, and starts walking my way. He stops in front of me and in a deep, rather sexy voice says, "Hey. I'm Eugene, is this seat taken?"