The Impossibilities of Us

Chapter 3

I wake up in the middle of the night in my bedroom.

How did I even get here? Weren't I just watching Sixteen Candles? I probably fell asleep during the movie and someone carried me to my room. I probably fell asleep because of all that crying earlier because whenever I cry, I get very tired for some reason.

I look and feel around on my bed to check the time on my phone that should be here somewhere.

I still can't find my phone anywhere and it's not even on my nightstand or my desk, so I finally decide to check the living room where I was last awake in.

I step out of my bedroom door and try my best to keep quiet to not wake up anyone.

I turn on the lights of the living room and glance up at the digital clock placed on the corner of the room.

3:35 A.M

I must've slept for a while then, considering that we started watching the movie at about 5:00 and I probably fell asleep a quarter til the movie was finished.

I then start the search for my phone which I have yet to have found. After a bit of searching I finally found it in between the couch cushions.

My throat was feeling very dry so I start my walk towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

I then hear a loud thump coming from the kitchen.

I heard some pretty creepy things about shit at 3:00 in the morning, so I tend to psyche myself out telling myself that a ghost will pop out of nowhere and haunt me til I die.

And with that type of mindset, I grab the closest thing I could find which is John's baseball bat. Y'know just in case something actually pops up and tries to kill me.

I would've just ran straight towards my room if it weren't for my throat being so dry.

I slowly walk inside the dark kitchen and see a body figure.

I impulsively start to scream "Holy Mothe-" as I bring up the bat to hit this person. Before I get to finish my screaming and hitting with a bat, a hand lands on my mouth and the bat is now in the hands of whoever this is.

Oh no, I'm gonna die aren't I. Please God I'm too young to die. Like literally.

I shuffle around the most I can to escape the strong grasp of this person who is successfully holding me still. I think he put the bat down somewhere because his other hand was on my waste to hold me still.

"Help! Help!" I try to say but it comes out very muffled due to the fact that this person's hand is tightly sealed onto my mouth.

"Shh people are sleeping," the familiar voice shushes me.

That voice sounds way too familiar. Daniel?

Knowing now who that voice belongs to, I stop trying to escape from his tight hold and stop calling for help.

Daniel finally lets me go. I turn on the lights as I turn back around to see Daniel squinting his eyes a little from the sudden brightness.

"Why're you still up? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" I question.

"I should be asking you the same question. And next time, try not to kill me. I'm too hot to die."

"It's three in the fucking morning yet you still manage to be the cocky dickhead you are," I mumble loud enough for him to hear as I grab a glass and walk to the water dispenser.

Is he not tired? Like at this time I would've been asleep probably dreaming of Dylan O'brien or something.

He smirks, "well it's just kinda my thing."