Dreams Don't Come True

1. Prologue: Girl You're Dreaming!

Prologue

"Come on! You can do better than that!"

I tried to listen, I tried punching harder with every breath I took.

"You're almost done."

His words were strained under heavy panting.

I knew I just had to hold out for a few more seconds, even though those seconds felt like minutes, so I finished strong. One last hit had John stumbling behind the punching bag.

"You're getting better." he said. I let out an accomplished smile.

I started to stretch out, "That or you're just getting weaker." I said.

He joined me and chuckled at my comment,"Yeah right."

We've been at this workout for over an hour now and I was exhausted. Why did I ever suggest to start working out with him again? Oh yea, cuz I'm an idiot. I was just trying to prove to him that age doesn't matter when it comes to certain situations. I might have been wrong, a 17 year old girl might not be able to keep up with a 21 year old guy during a training session. But I was not about to prove him right. No sirree not today.

"Danielle," the sound of my name distracted me from my debating thoughts and sore muscles, "I'm gonna head upstairs and shower."

"Kay." I said. This was the normal routine, he'd run upstairs and I'd stay down here in the basement and making sure that I did extra stretches so he wouldn't notice me being sore, hence proving me wrong.

Oh, why am I in a basement you ask. Well its where John practices some of his boxing. Also its the one place where we could see who's right without looking like a domestic violence case.

Oh how do I know John? That's easy, he's Jesse's, my best friend since kindergarten, brother. I guess you could say I practically grew up with those boys.

I made my way up the stairs. I passed John's room, he was still in there. I got to Jesse's room and flopped on his bed. I could really go for a nap right now. Jesse probably wouldn't be happy that l'm all sweaty on his sheets though. Where was he anyway?

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard John's door open. From the corner of my eye, I saw him walk towards the bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist. I don't know why, but I got up and followed him.

The bathroom door was cracked open. He got the shower running and steam started to cloud up the air, and fog up the mirror and window.

Again, I don't know what got a hold of me, but I slowly pushed the door open and stood in the doorway. John's back was facing towards me. The bathroom light illuminated his golden brown skin. I noticed a slight sheen coated his bare back, maybe from our workout, or was it the steam? As I continued to stand there, almost in awe, he began to remove the towel. I didn't even know if he knew I was standing there, I mean he had to have heard me right? As the towel pooled around his feet I knew I had to make the decision to turn and leave... NOW! Though I couldn't bring myself to do it, I stood there. John started to turn around and..

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"Can you feel the silence?  

Can you see the dark?  

Can you fix the broken?  

Can you feel... Can you feel my heart?..."

I am rudely awakened by my alarm. It is 6:10am. I have to get ready for a funeral.

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Tell me what you think guys!! At this point I feel like this story could go in any direction. But that was some dream huh? What'll she tell her best friend Jesse? Will she tell him at all? Will she tell John? Pleeasee comment!!!!!!! 

Oh and the song that cut Danielle's dream short was 'Can You Feel My Heart' by Bring Me The Horizon.

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