Audrey (IN EDITING)

And Kenicke

*Audrey's hair length on the side*

What a great day I had. We had. It was a really good day. It was exactly what I needed. Weights have been lifted off my shoulders and it felt good to just talk to someone and ignore everything else going on in the outside world. I have Trey Clemmins to thank for that.

I was Trey's community bathroom, detangling my shortened hair with the brush I packed from the sleepover. I realise what a big mistake that was. Brushing is no longer an option for me. The frizz takes over and I look like a Pomeranian who just got blow-dried. I conjure de-frizzing spray and spritz it onto my hair. I run my fingers through the ends and love the result. Now that I don't look like I've been electrocuted, I can go home.

I quickly got changed into the black maxi skirt and maroon long sleeved shirt I would've worn to school today. I shrug at my reflection and walk out of the bathroom. I push open the door to the lounge room and trip over my own feet, and fall onto the tiled floor.

Jeez – that killed. I try not to cry out from the pain. Trey's hands help my stand.

"Oh my God, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," I said, masking my embarrassment. Don't flush. Red skin is not a good look on me. I fluster too bright and become known as 'Auburn Audrey'.

I glance up at him. Damn it. No one should look this good at 4 in the bloody afternoon. No one should look this good period. His hair isn't as neat as it usually is, it's more scruffy. He's wearing a wearing a loose ivy shirt with black skinny jeans.

I compose myself and walk upstairs to get my things. As I come back down, Trey's leaning against the front door.

"You look nice," he smiles at me. I flush at his compliment. Nobody has ever had an admiration for me like this before. It's foreign to me.

"Thanks. I was gonna wear this today if we didn't..."

"Ditch?" he finishes my sentence for me, raising an eyebrow. I giggle.

"You got everything?" he asks as he stands straight. His hand wonders to his back pocket and retrieves the keys to his truck.

I nod and we head out the front door. A perfect Autumn breeze is coming in subtly. Trey notices my struggle with my bag. He takes it unwillingly. As he does, his illuminating brown eyes glow from the daylight. Oh, to get lost in them...

I thank him and he takes me hand, we begin to walk to the car on the curb.

"What are you gonna do tomorrow?"

I instantly know what he's referring to. Kenicke. Seems reality's set back in, huh? I guess I've been trying to blank it out all day so I could deal with it tomorrow. I know at one point I have to come to terms with it, but I didn't want it to be this quick.

"No clue. I was kind of hoping I wouldn't have to face that," I shrug.

If I could only have a remote control and fast-forward everything till it was all resolved, life would be great.

Well, I could-nah, I can't do it. Just look at the Spanish Flu. Long story short, a Dreamer kept going back and forth through time to see if he could stop the war. Basically, he stuffed up the system. Turns out he intervened with the soldiers while he was sick and many people spread the virus. When you first become a Dreamer, you get told stories like this at orientation.

Trey unlocks the truck and we climb in.

"You're gonna have to talk to him eventually, Audrey,"

"I know. Do you think he'll still be mad?" my voice tinged with hope. Even from the side, I can tell what Trey's thinking.