fate :: clifford [discontinued]

Chapter 3

Chloe's POV

I woke up, not to the sound of my alarm clock but to the light pushing through my window. I sighed in relief, looking at my clock. It was 10:28, which meant it was Saturday. "Finally," I whispered. I smiled and up and out of bed.

I grabbed my phone off of my night stand and blasted a playlist filled with All Time Low songs. I took it into the bathroom with me, where I then placed it upside down on the sink counter and hopped in the shower.

I started singing along quietly with the lyrics while washing my hair and soaping up. It was my favorite song- Bad Enough for You. I can never help but jam out when listening to it.

The water was getting hotter, which was probably my mom washing dishes downstairs. As it heated, I stopped scrubbing myself and sang louder. I danced along too, and slipped but caught myself a few times. Soon screaming the lyrics, I realized I was getting carried away and might hurt myself, so I shut off the water and grabbed a towel.

By the time I was finished drying, getting dressed and lathering my face with light make up, I walked downstairs with my phone in my hand.

"Hi Chlo!" My mom happily greeted me from her place on the couch. She looked tired and worn out. She probably worked late last night. I wouldn't know because I was hanging out with my aunt. Lame, I know. But it really isn't. She's only 32, which means she's a lot younger than my mom. Picturing my mom as a big sister to her is kind of odd. Anyway, my aunt is really cool, and she's the closest person to me besides my mom. She drove me home at around 11pm last night, so I didn't bother to wake my her up.

"Hi mom," I said, "good morning."

"Good morning," she stretched the G and laughed. "There are pancakes in the kitchen if you want some."

"Thanks," I bent down and hugged her before walking off to the kitchen. I found five perfect looking blueberry pancakes piled on a plate on the stove. I gladly reached for them and the syrup that was next to them. I set them on the table, grabbed a fork and started downing them.

All of a sudden I had an image of a girl with curly blonde hair cuddled in a bed under blankets and comfy pajamas in sight. She was just inches from me. She was sleeping, looking so peaceful. The image was so lively, and I had no idea why I was seeing it. It was almost as if I could touch the person.

"I love you."

I looked around.

"What?" I called. No one was around me, and that was definitely not my moms voice. Who the hell said that? "Mom, did you say something?"

She shook her head and looked back down at her iPad. I raised an eyebrow and looked back into the vision. I concentrated on the girl, and the mysterious voice.

"I love you so goddamn much Tess." After these words, the vision got blurry. So blurry that I felt dizzy. It was as if I was crying, which I wasn't. I was so confused. The girl in the vision groaned. "Shut up, Mikey," she smiled, her eyes still shut.

"What the hell?!" I nearly screamed. I shut my eyes and deeply breathed. "What's happening?"

"Hello?" I heard the voice again. It was deep, a deep morning voice. It belonged to a male. Whoever this Mikey is?

"Who are you?" I whispered, so that my mother didn't think I was completely crazy. But I wasn't convincing myself I wasn't either. I stood up from my chair and started to walk up the stairs to my room. The vision was still present, so I had to hold my hands out to know where walls and steps were. It was as if I was blind, only to the image of this blonde.

"Who are you? Where are you?" He asked. "Are you in a house?"

"I'm in my house and I'm Chloe? Why are you here?" I was so startled. And creeped out.

"I'm not in your house. Are you in mine? What are you doing to my head?"

I plopped down on my bed, my breathe becoming uneven. "I'm in my house on my bed. I'm not doing anything... What's happening... Who are you?" I trailed off. The vision was now shifting. It looked like I was outside a house now, but it wasn't my house. It was sunny, but the cold wind blew through my hair and clothes.

"Michael. And I don't know. What are you seeing right now?" The boy sounded panicked.

"Calm down, calm down." I tried to ease him, even though he was a complete stranger. "I see the outside of a house?"

"I'm outside my house right now. Red bricks?" He was referring to the red brick house that I- or he rather- was now facing. He was calming down now, which I was relived about. I didn't need to be panicked, confused and scared at the same time.

"Yes. What do you see?"

"A bedroom. Ooh. Pierce the Veil? Sick." He was referring to my poster of the amazing band. So he saw what I was seeing too?

"They're cool." I smiled. No one I've ever known has known about any bands or music I like. This kid was cool, whoever he is.

A few moments went silence. I could see Michael walking down the stone path that leads from the gate of his house to the front door. "So uhm, how did this exactly happen?" He asked me.

"I'm not even sure. But it's annoying."

"Ouch."

"Hey, I don't even know you," I giggled. "And no offense."

He laughed back. "Some taken." Silence approached us once again, until I felt something rough on my hands. "Hey, what are you touching?"

"The sidewalk."

Wow. So I can feel things he can too? I think we need doctors. Is this even possible, or am I just crazy?

"I can feel it too." After saying that, I realized what all of my spasms and hallucinations were. They were him. They were him going through things and I felt them and saw them too. Are we the same person? I screamed.

"What?" Michael asked, annoyance evident in his tone.

"I just realized something!"

"What?"

"So like, did you get beat up or something the other day? And have you a lot of times before?"

There was a long few seconds before he answered. "Yes."

"Well I literally was put in a hospital the other day because I felt like I was getting beat up but I wasn't, you were!"

"Holy crap, you got hurt, I'm really sorry oh my-"

"No, it's fine. But wow. This is insane. Like, are we the same person? Are you from the afterlife?" I was cut off by Michael insanely laughing.

"The afterlife, I can't right now," he choked. I laughed along with him, but I didn't understand what was so funny about it. He suddenly stopped his laughter and turned around. I saw the same blonde- curly haired girl standing in the doorway of the house.

"Mikey? Come inside." She gave him an odd look as to saying 'why are you talking to yourself outside this early?'

"Okay. Give me a few minutes," he said back. She nodded and shut the door.

"Yeah, okay. I gotta go. Can I talk to you later?" He asked.

"Sure, whatever. Hey, what time is it there?"

"Around 11:30 or something. What about where you are?"

"Same. Can we talk around 8 tonight? I just wanna like... I don't know. Yeah. Is 8 good?"

I heard him chuckle over my awkwardness. "That's good. Bye."

"Bye." I smirked.

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A/N

okay wow they finally got to meet each other can i get a hell yeah

(hell yeah)

yup okay so this was a little long & i wanted to make another chapter since it was so long since my other one if that makes any sense

question: what are some cool bands/singers you listen to & songs you like other than 5sos? i like pierce the veil & absolutely LOVE sleeping with sirens

thanks for reading ilyasm!! <3