Sorry if anybody saw I posted my other story on this one. How embarrassing. Sorry again.

I couldn't really believe he was doing this.

Maybe I really did fall down the stairs, and this is some kind of coma dream.

Boy, that would suck.

I was tempted to pinch myself, just to check.

Jeydon pulled away.


I remained silent, still pondering over the fact I could be dreaming of this whole thing.


He asked again.

"Oh, yeah?"

"I don't know."

He smiled.

I couldn't help but smile too.

"I can't believe I did that."

"I can't either."

"Are you doubting me?"

I laughed, "maybe I am, what are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know, maybe I'll cry."

"Oh, don't do that."

Our foreheads were still touching.

I didn't know what to do now.

"Where is that Jeydon Wale?!"

The Dj called from his stand.

"Shit, I got to go."

He hesitated, but pulled away after a second, running down the stairs.

I stood in a trance.

That really happened.

What I've been wanting since I met him.

I smiled, replaying the moment again and again.

I heard Jeydons' voice ring through the club.

"MaryAnne? Are you still here?"

A scream erupted from the crowd.

"I'm right here! Right here!"

I figured he was doing that random drawing thing.

I stepped down the stairs, making my way to the exit.

The cold air hit my face, cooling me off.


A voice called, sounding distant.

Great, was I hallucinating now?


I looked around, seeing someone in the distance.

I could make out that it was a boy.

"Lennox?" I called.

He waved, stepping towards me.

He came closer and closer.

He was only a few steps away when I realized it wasn't Lennox.

"J- Joe?"

"Delilah, you're here."

I backed up, trying to get back into the club.

He grabbed my arm, gripping it as tight as he could.

"No no, let's talk."