What a dream

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Do you know that feeling you have when you find yourself in a situation where you're not sure anymore of what is real and what an illusion, what really happened and what didn't, where you actually doubt your howle existence? My story isn't the typ...

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Do you know that feeling you have when you find yourself in a situation where you're not sure anymore of what is real and what an illusion, what really happened and what didn't, where you actually doubt your howle existence?
My story isn't the typical teenager meets girl and is happy for the rest of its life-story.
Well it started like one of these but the end...
I mean I will tell my story and you will see for yourself what I'm trying to say.

Evan, Carter, Finn and Theo are my nest friends, friends for life. I love 'em !

I am the last one who joined the group. I met them when I moved here ten years ago. The boys were playing around on a field near the forest at the end of the street. I was new in town and preferred to play on my own, you know the little shy guy, who's totally unsure of himself, I was that kind of a boy, but one day I saw them and changed my mind. I don't know why but I just felt torn to them.

I wanted to play with them but they said I could only join if I would participate in a prank they wanted to do on a teacher. I mean we were right at that time, so how hard could pranks be at that age ?

Hard, I tell you.

We went to the teachers house and put an apple in the exhaust of her car. We knew she'd be leaving soon to go to her dancing class. She looked so funny, she wore colorful leggings that were way too tight and a green t-shirt that said: If I drink Fanta, does that make me fantastic?

Pathetic! Around her head was a head bun
- you know the ones that runners wear- and dare I say it, she looked like an Idiot.

So she climbed in her car and as soon as she started it, it made a strange noise because of our apple blocking the exhaust.
She got out of the car and bent down to get a better look and saw the apple.

At this moment all of us saw something that we can never unsee. Ever. It bonds us for life! As soon as the teachter pops a squat, the seam of her leggings rips right between her cheeks.

All of us freeze, our shocked gazes glued to her exposed backside and then we realize with horror : the woman wasn't wearing any underwear! God, talk about traumatizing. From that day on we were the best of friends.

But you know, sometimes no matter how much you love or trust someone, there is this one secret you just can't tell them. It sits on your shoulders with the weight of the world but you have no choice but to deal with it alone.

I mean, it's not like I don't trust them. I'm just afraid they wouldn't understand or worse, mess things up. This is why I love keeping things to myself. In a way, secrets make us who we are, they are a part of our everyday life but they shouldn't define us.
Ok, ok enough of that girly-talk for now ...

My secret ? Where shall I start?
Well it all started when I was 17. I was in the best time of my life, lots of chicks, my bros, schoolpartys, playoffs, the whole Highschool package. But somehow I couldn't deeply fall in love, I mean I had a lot of girls I could choose from, the only problem with this ? I couldn't find the one .

I once went to a poolparty after our football game, which we won, but yea it's not that important, sorry, so anyways me and my boys were at this party and we were drunk as F*** . I remember flirting with some girls and kissing around.
When I think back now, I have to admit I was kind of easy to get.

There is this one girl in school, she is called Hillary. Hillary is a hot mess and the most popular girl around here, she wants me but I don't care. She was literally begging me to text her and date her the whole year, it went to that point where she stopped me after school when I was about to leave, to tell me that her sister had died and she needed some mental support although she never had a sister , I was told later that day. See how crazy she is ? You don't make jokes about a dead sis man, not cool.

Back to the party: I don't even remember how I got home. Later I was told that I jumped in a car of some boys of my school, they were the band members of the school band and in some way on the same level of  being drunk as I am.

I was exhausted and tired but in that night I
had the first dream of her, this mysterious girl. It was magical, like the feeling you get when you watch teenwolf or vampire diaries, not that I have watched these shows, I mean ,I'm a football champion , the hottest guy in my school , you couldn't give me enough money to watch them but I heard my sister talk about it sooo...lets skip that please ...

Usually I'm not that big of a dreamer or I just don't remember them , I don't know, but that dream, I will never forget, never forget her ... she was so beautiful . I saw only flashes of her face , the dream took place on the ocean, she ran along the beach , her hair, wispering with the wind, shining like the stars, because of the moonlight reflecting in it. This long, wavy brown hair.The oceanwater was running against her feet, every little waterparticle that touched her body shined up in a blue light, like in that movie avatar , I haven't seen this either in case you were wondering, as I said, I heard my little sis...

The only parts of her face I could see with clear vision were her eyes and a part of her cheeks. Eyes that were the type of dark green you would see in the forest at midnight.... It felt like I was observing her every move, when I think about it now, I feel like a stalker but it was just a dream, so nothing to feel bad about right?

She wore a white dress, which  was dancing with the wind, it looked spectecular . I told you, I will never forget that dream.
Every scene went by in flashes and somehow in slow-motion. I can remember every single detail of her. I felt her presence, I could smell her. She smelled like roses, I could feel her heart beating, ok, it could have also been mine but you get what I try to say, don't you ?

After this dream I woke up and I was in shock ... Why am I dreaming about a person I have never seen in my life ? And why was that the most vivid dream I've ever had?

Why can I even remember this dream when I was drunk to the next level hours before?

I told myself : "what a dream man ...?"
But the most important question is :
Who is that girl ?  

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Just some inspiration of how the girl could look :-

so thats the first chapter , I hope you liked it and want to read more of his story with that girl

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so thats the first chapter , I hope you liked it and want to read more of his story with that girl .
Who is she ? What does that first dream
mean ? lets find it out together :-)
Ps : it is my first book so please have mercy :p
I excuse myself for any mistakes I write I am not an english-speaking person so sorrrrry...And oh if you have any tipps and tricks tell me so I can get better:)
feel free to comment :-) I am open for every improvment proposal :)

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