I'd been telling my cousin the stories of "Number One" again and I'm assuming that thats what caused my amazing dream. It was strange, it all began in school. 

 

 

 

 

I was standing in the caf, came out and found all the tables decorated for some kind of feast for a special occasion. The caf was serving some special meal and so I decided to eat here today. I was next to Ophelia-- I think, I honestly don't recall who anymore-- and we took a seat next to... again my mind is a blank with who... and we saved a seat together at the same table. Next, I'd gotten up (alone) to get food from the caf. This is where it all started, I'd been looking at the coffee area and he'd slung his arm around me, a big cool smile on his face as he looked down at me-- yes, down at me. He was quite tall, brow hair, beautiful eyes... not sure what colour anymore. He'd been all charming and nice with me, making sarcastic jokes and pokes at me. I'd at first given him the old shoulder and gave no reaction, well not the one he'd must of wanted from me-- I played it cool and tried to pry his big and long arms off of me. He'd given no mercy and hence they stayed glued in place for most of the time. Next, I'd said something about how his hands felt warm and I'd grabbed them (I'd just begun to warm up to him because of the way he made me feel-- really flipping WARM-- it was amazing, really) He began to shy away from me and blush intensely, pulling his hands away from mine. 

"Y-You're weird," He smiled shyly. "And creepy."

I laughed at that and smiled brightly at him, "Well, gee, thanks." 

He left me there by myself (During that whole time, I'd walked around looking at different things in the caf). I could see his body move past the doors and take a seat the the table just outside the caf food area. Through the glass windows of the caf, I could see him smile at me one last time and then talk and mingle with his guy friends. I'd grabbed nothing, weird since I'd come to the caf to buy that special meal of the day in the first place!, and went back to my table. This was weird but my table had somehow moved and I'd ended up sitting with Ophelia and Jaymie (I think, not sure).  I realized I didnt buy any foo dnad went back to get some. I stood by the counter to observe the food they had and saw lasagne. I looked to my left and saw him, I smiled once but then played it cool again, not bothering to look again after seeing him get up and move towards my spot in the caf again. I smiled to myself and couldn't help but notice that the caf ladies were smiling at us two, as if we'd become the cutest couple that weren't doing the obvious thingg of dating because the connection between us could be sensed by everyone in the room. 

He slung his arm over me once more, causin me to feel his warmth. I swear, I felt as though I was covered by a heated blanket and could melt under his touch. It was heaven being next to him. I grabbed his left hand and smiled upwards at him, him smiling sincerely back at me. 

"Your hands are... so warm." I oogled, wrapping my long fingers around his. 

Once again, he called me creep and I gave him a light push-- still holding onto his hand in mine. "Oh, hush."

I'd ignored him and continued holding his hand. He broke free of my grip and threw his arm around my shoulders. I ignored the loss of contact with his amzingly warm hand and felt -- a less intense heat-- from his arms around my body. The lunch ladies continued to grin, except the new lady that appeared before us, and began scooping lasagne for him and I. After this scene, after we'd continued being all cutesy and couplely, we'd flashed into a vvery touch and cute and couplely pair of "friends". We'd grown into a habit of going into the caf and him wrapping his arms around me and me taking hold of his large hands to feel the comfort of his warmth. He'd then asked me about why I'd liked his warmth so much and went about how it was strange sine he didnt really think much about how warm he felt. And no body else in the school seemed to think he'd be extra warm, compared to the average human being. I shrugged and continued to hold his hand, him smiling down at me as we looked at the goods in the cafeteria. 

Next, we'd become even closer-- still playing cool slightly and giving sarcastic and quirky remarks to each other (mainly from me) -- and he'd told me how he'd ask to "go to the washroom" during his period B class but really came to the caf because he knew how I hated that second class and always got out to go for a walk to the caf and or skip that class-- to which he admitted he'd skip too, just to be with me. I'd asked how he'd found out about my strong burning desires of skipping that class but he never answered, I believe he simply heard me talking about how much I'd hated anthropoloy. Then, he said how he'd hated his second class as well and that it was English he had during this time. I'd freaked out and complained that he needed to go to English because it was much more important compared to my Anthropology class. He laughed lightly and shrugged his shoulders. 

"What are you getting in that class then?!" I'd asked him with high level of concern, one of a worried mother. 

"I'm close to passing," He stated nochalantly, shrugging his shoulders again. "I'm almost above a fifty, it'll probably go up after my essay's handed in."

"Oh my goodness," I sighed, taking his hand in mine again. I seriously could not believe how good his touch made me feel. The warm feeling that I'd be protected and safe as long as I was under his arms. "I'm getting a 92.8%, how about I help you. You shouldn't be skipping your class though, you need to go."

He luaghed and said something about not wanting to miss me. I scoffed and squeezed his hand. 

Next, we'd begun having tutor sessions at the country style near Metro. I'd helped him with his english essay, telling him what he'd missed and how to do the essay structure. Then he'd asked for help in History, luckily, I'd gotten a very high 90 in that class. (A 96-8% I think) Just as I'd bent down to grab my laptop to show him my assignment from History last year, the "Letter to R.B Bennett", he'd bent down as well and placed his head on top of my back. He'd smiled and laughed, I could feel the vibration from his deep chuckle along with the warmth of his body against mine. He leaned fully and left his head rest peacefully as he closed his eyes, as did I for a minute before moving him abruptly. 

We'd laughed but could feel the regret of leaving that position. 

After we'd finish the tutoring session, it grew dark and he'd forced me to allow him to walk me home. We walked home, me constantly grabbing his warm hand. The feeling of him rubbing his thumb against the back of my fingers as we strode down the street towards my house.

 

Next, the scene started off with me locked at home, a strong storm raging. It was raining cats and dogs and I'd been stuck outside my house for the past few hours. 

It was focused on him for a few seconds, showing him at the mall and he'd been seated near Jaymie and Jasmin. I'd apaparently called them to tell them my distress, being locked outside at home during the rainstorm and he'd over-heard; rushing into a cab (Oh, this was where I learned he was filty rich too, I had no clue.) and rushing to my rescue. 

I'd been seating directly against my door, the rain still somehow hitting me. I was drenched! He came up to me and I was surprised to see him. I'd asked questions on how he'd known I'd needed help and that I'd been locked out. He at first evaded the question and slowly began telling me what actually happened. I nodded at his story.

He told me to come to his house, take the cab, and wait for my family to come home in the mean time. I shook my head, not wanting him to bother with wasting money on a cab and how we could just walk. He sighed and remembered he had an umbrella. He'd told me to grab his hand and as he outstretched his hand on the way to take hold of it as I'd loved to on every occasion, I'd grown weak and fallen over. He shook his head and worried about me. He told me he wasn't about to let us walk to his house. He told me to grab his hand and slinked it around mine. I could feel the familiar heavenly warmth conquer my body. He was alarmed at how cold I felt and all I could feel was really how warm he'd felt at the moment and how amazing it'd made me feel. I was shivering and just as he'd been about to worry about me feeling cold, I spun into his open arms and huggged him. His eyes went wide as a blush crept onto his face, causing him to smile faintly, his innerself saying: "I-I-- what's happening? I feel really warm right now. I can't believe this is happening to me. Wow."

We rushed into the cab, me still in his arms (hugging for the first time) and trying to absorb all his warm energy. 

When we finally arrived at his house, he'd carried me into his room and was blushing at the fact that I needed to get changed out of my wet clothes and take rest in his bed. I, at this point, feeling so sick, I'd taken off my shirt. This left me in a soaked white tank top with spaghetti straps and my short dark blue denim jean shorts. I'd come in contact with his hands, must have become a habit by now, and was engulfed by the heavenly warmth. I pulled him into another hug, he still wasnt able to shake his tint of pink that invaded his cheeks. I must have been very light-headed and feeling out of character because what hapen next made me fan-girl. I told him to take of his shirt so I could feel his bare skin against me. 

He blushed and fought any dirty thoughts most male teens would have at his age. He was a gentleman and followed my order causiously. I wrapped my arms around me. Oh yes, this was it. The reason why I'd prefered to hold his hand over having him throw his arm over my shoulders. It was his bare skin that sent that heavenly warmth through my body. I was in true bliss. We'd somehow ended up sleeping in bed together, me on top of him and laying my head on his bare chest. He'd noticed the fact that my clothes were still soaking wet and he'd blushed before grabbing me his plain grey t-shirt for me to wear instead. Luckily for me, it was very long and went down past my thighs. I'd taken off my tank top and shorts, leaving me in my bra and my undies and his large over-sized grey tee. 

We hadn't been obvlivious to our feelings for each other but rather chose to ignore the fact right in front of us: we liked each other and knew we should date. But in a way, which is what made this so disgustingly cute, was the fact that we'd somewhat been a couple without actually dating. We were the "perfect" couple. He enclosed his hands on mine and in that moment I knew we couldn't deny our feelings anymore. I'd stretched my neck upwards and threw my body atop of his; closing the distance between our lips with a soft first kiss. 

He stared into my eyes afterwards, me staring back into his. 

We'd stayed like that for awhile, and didnt say a thing. Instead, without a word, we both smikled and he took my hand in his; rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. The warmth of his body never left me.

 

I woke up then, somehow enchanted by the feeling of familiarity and peace. I felt as if I'd seen him before and that I'd known him for a long time but somehow also just met him at the same time. At first I thought it was "number one" but realized it definitely wasnt. I don't remember his appearance anymore, besides his height, but I'd know it if I see it again. 

 

 

A/N: "Number one" is the code name I made for this guy I kinda like in my class. We've had some interactions but it's nothing too important.. Just little things here and there. ;)