Dream Catcher ➳Louis Tomlinson

Chapter ▪ 1 ▪

Silver's POV./

My alarm starts ringing, I can feel the sun's light rays getting trough my eyelids. I slowly open my eyes, and move my hand towards my nightstand to reach my phone, and shut it down. 6am, ugh..

I sit up slowly, brushing my hair back. I stand up and head to the bathroom to prepare myself for college.
I take a quick shower, brush my teeth, tie my messy light purple hair in a bun, slip in my dark gray skinny jeans, my Nirvana black tee-shirt, and black converse.
I take my phone, my bag, and start heading to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast.

Okay, a little introduction is needed here; I'm Silver McClain, 19 years old. I live in this apartment alone in California. I moved here, so I could attend Cali's Art University that I chose during my senior year in high school.

I lived all my life with my parents and little brother, in L.A, but since I got to college, I'm living here alone in Cali. Well, not really alone, since my best friend Jas, comes here and sleeps over like, a lot.

Jas, and Art are the main reasons that make me wanna live. My life is boring as fuck. I barely have any friends. People usually find me too creepy to actually come and talk to me. Yes, I am a Goth. My hair is dyed in light purple, which I find really cute by the way. More than half of my clothes in my wardrobe are black. Black nail polish never leaves my fingers and toes. I listen to rock and heavy metal. The typical Goth, 's just that tattoos and piercings are not really not my piece of cake.

But that's actually the funny thing, Jas is my complete opposite. Like totally. The girl is like super duper girly. She masters make up, never misses one fashion magazine, has bac+15 in shopping terms, and all the other girly things, like listening to that Justin Bieber shit and all. My total motal extreme opposite, and we're actually besties. Weird huh?

We've known each other since our freshman in high school; art is what brought us to this strong friendship. She is an artist herself, and just like me, she's attending Cali's Art University, but since she already has family here, she stays with them, though you could say that she lives with me.

Speaking of the devil, there she is, re-painting her nails with red nail polish in my living room.

"Oh hi Silv!" She says, grinning at me.

"Hey Jas, uh.. lemme guess, you actually made a double key of my apartment, didn't you?" I ask, while pouring milk in a glass.

"Yeah, I couldn't like, bother you to open the door every time I come here, right?" She says, innocently.

"Yeah, yeah, right." I roll my eyes, smiling.

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We just parked the car, and now, we're heading for the college's entrance.

Jas kept blabbering during all the 10 minutes travel about how a long skirt can't possibly be worn with long knee length boots. And I kept laughing. God, she complicates things too much.

When we finally got into the building, we separate after a quick hug, so that each one could attend her respective class.

I'm heading to my 'History of Art' session, when I bump into a girl, with long black curly hair, and big chocolate brown eyes. That made her release her hold on the huge box that she was carrying. I quickly bend down on my knees, helping her gathering all her stuff.

"I'm really sorry, I was spacing out and I didn't see you walking!" She apologizes.

"Oh, no. I'm the one who should apologize, all your things are on the ground because of me," I quickly say.