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when I get home from hunters house i hear my phone ring.

FaceTime Call: Jacob

I answer it.

"Hi." I say.

"How was your day with Hunter?" He says.

I honestly don't know if he's mad or happy or sad but I go with it.

" it was great. I had a lot of fun... Oh and I met Blake gray today!" I say remembering how perfect he is.

"Oooh is Brook getting all the guys?" Jacob says sarcastically.

"You know it!" I joke.

"I miss you." He giggles.

"same." I say back.

silence.

"Well... night. bye." I say with a peace sign.

"Goodnight Brook, sweet dreams."

I hang up.

I get under the covers and fall asleep.



I wake up drenched in sweat.

"omg" I think to myself from all the sweat and because I had the weirdest dream.

Here's my dream//

I'm at hunters house about to leave.

"I had fun with you today!" I say.

"Same. Hey can I tell you something?" Hunter asks.

"Sure go for it." I say nervously.

"Well... I.. I've liked you from the moment you got here and.. uh.. Do you like me back?" He blushes and puts his head down.

" yes! Of course I do!" I hug him.

" really?" He asks.

"Yes! I was just too nervous to tell you!"

"Well good because.."

He grabs my hand ,blushes ,and kisses me.

Then I wake up. I get up and take a shower because I'm that sweaty.

Well jacob did tell me to have "sweet dreams."
I think to myself in the shower.

I don't know if I'll be able to even look at Hunter today without thinking of this dream.
Maybe this dream will turn into reality...

I go downstairs and put 2 waffles in the toaster.
I quickly eat those up and find my aunt.

"Hey, are we hanging out with the Rowlands today?" I ask.

" yeah at 2."

It's 11:03.

I decide to watch Netflix for a little bit just to pass time.
I watch "Fuller House" because why not.

I can't help but think about my dream. And how much i wish it was real.

I don't know who I want but I need someone to just confess their feelings.

Before I know it, it's 1:24.

"You ready to go?" Tracy asks.

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