Immortal

Just My Freakin' Luck

    (Jace’s POV)

I gave directions to Rose and she quickly pulled into my driveway. I looked over my small little home and felt shy. Would she think the place look bad? Come on Jace. Get a grip. Why should it matter what she thinks? She is just some girl you dream about. Yeah that sounds terrible. OH SHOOT!

Jace flung the door open and dashed into his house. He didn’t even wait for Rose to follow. He made his way to the basement where his room was and quickly grabbed all the paintings of her.

He just threw the last on (Carefully of course) into his makeshift closet and sighed when he heard Rose calling his name. It sounded just like remembers from his dreams.

What freakin’ luck. He whined. Who would have thought the girl he had dreams about was actually real.

“Jace?” She called again. Oh what have I gotten myself into?!

“Down here!” I called out. I’m so screwed.

A few seconds later Rose materialized and smiled at me. It was the same smiled from my dreams. Oh my god this is like something from Supernatural. I am officially Sam. Too tall, a bit nerdy and now I have dreams that come to life. She is literally the woman of my dreams. Tall but not too tall. Say 5’7’’ ish, big grey green eyes, thick bow shaped lips and long dark hair. She was truly something to look at. The first dream I had of her about a year ago made me wonder about her. I dream of her every night. I was so captivated by her, I started to sketch her and then my obsession with the girl in my head grew and I advanced to painting her… ALL THE TIME. Penelope started to wonder who this girl was. I had no answer. It makes her mad. It makes me confused and I am sure it will make Rose think I am a creep. Which is exactly why she should stay away from me.

“Wow.” Rose said snapping me out of my thoughts. “You’re really good.”

I felt my cheek redden. Seriously? Now you betray me? Of course. It has to be when a pretty girl is in the bedroom. Not that Penelope isn’t beautiful because she is… but Rose… She is something else. “Thanks.” I said as I caught sight of something terrible. The wall I like to paint on is one big giant painting of none other the girl, no, woman standing 10 feet from me. It was a face palm moment. I forgot I painted it last night. Just as I was about to distract her she noticed.

“Who is that?” She asked pointing to the painting of her on my wall.

“Uh- Who knows.” I lied. “Just a girl.” The woman of my dreams!! “I mean a woman.” Not a lie. “Just a woman.” Half lie.

“I like it.” She said. “I am noticing similarities between this and what you were sketching earlier. Both girls are kind of hiding behind her hair but she seems interesting. Like surreal almost.” She said.

“You have no idea.” I whispered.

Rose didn’t indicate that she heard me. She just kept on walking around looking at paintings.

Jace fiddled with his t-shirt as Rose looked around. Jace was beginning to get nervous again. Penelope was well his best friend since ever. He was okay with her but with Rose. A beautiful girl like her… alone… together… in a house…. ALONE. Well lets just say this kind of stuff just doesn’t exists.

Somewhere somebody opened a door. Jace recognized the sounds and paled.

“Oh god why me?” He moaned as a woman's voice sounded through the house.

“Sweetie! Grandmas home!”

Rose looked up at the source of the noise and then looked at Jace. Jace was running his hands through his hair and panicking. “I’m dead. I’m gonna die. She is gonna kill me. Have my head on a pike. Dead, dead, dead. My life officially blows.” He was muttering.