You A Fan
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  • Reads 24,667
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  • Parts 57
  • Time 12h 4m
Ongoing, First published Apr 02, 2017
There's a line between dreams and reality. A very bold, defined line. But when you dream, you don't know you're dreaming until you wake up. 

  Then there are the times when reality doesn't seem real enough. Like, getting into college or going to Disney world or better yet, standing in Paris, staring up at the Eiffel tower. Something in you knows it's real, but you can't help but think that it's all just a dream and you only have a limited amount of time to bask in it before you wake up. 

  So maybe the line between dreams and reality isn't so bold. Maybe it's a thin line but it could never be entirely erased. 

  Meeting him was a dream in its own. Every time I looked at him, I couldn't believe he was actually in front of me - smiling at me or laughing with me. It was a dream I didn't want to wake up from. I really hope I won't.
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Your Brother and I

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Sometimes people force you to do things that you never wanted to do. Sometimes while doing those things you meet people that you never knew you needed to meet. You start to form friendships with these people and sometimes something special happens with that guy you didn't know you liked. These people start to become your world, but no world can be perfect. That guy you liked may seem incredible but there's something he's just too afraid to tell you. Oh, and your friends? They know what he's hiding too, but they've all decided to keep it from you. Forgetting it can sometimes be your only way to keep going. "You're eyes are shooting stars." "And what do you wish for, mon significative une?" "For you to tell my your deepest secrets." He was quiet for a moment but he didn't leave like I expected him to do. He just simply started to kiss my check while trailing down to my jaw, then neck, then up to my ear. He gripped my lobe between his teeth and right as he let it go he whispered something. "If I tell you my secrets, that gleam in your eye, that you seem to only look at me with, will forever be lost."