You and I collide

I stretched my brain felt disorganized and fuzzy. Why was this feeling so familiar? My dream! My life, when I had woken from that year of haze, I had felt like this! I sat up alarmed. My bleached hair fell over my shoulders. I frowned. I fixed that nearly two years ago. My room was the light blue it had always been, no mess and clutter. My breath caught, what was the day. What had happened? I needed brown hair. This color was hideous.
I ran to the washroom and rooted through all of my crap until I finally found the chemicals to strip my hair from the ugly color that was in it. I sighed and let it soak in with a towel around my shoulders, I rooted through my closet. Did I have anything decent to wear? I settled on a plain black top and a pair of jeans. I looked around. Why was this so disturbing? I picked up some of my c.d.’s and grimaced opening the cases I placed the c.d’s on my desk and smashed them with the heel from one of my stilettos. Smiling I taped up the strange shattered disarray on my door. Taking a black sharpie I started to write random lyrics I remembered from my dream. I needed to get everything down so I wouldn’t forget. It was the best dream anyone could have ever had. I stood up on my bed to try and write on the roof as my timer went off for my hair. I went and rinsed it out and came back into my room
“Arabella, your friends are coming up!’ my dad called from the bottom of the stairs. My friends?
“Oh no, Michelle.” I thought aloud. I would have to tell her that she was a bitch.I would have to make a choice, right now, this very second. I remembered the last memory of Cole and me and new immediately what my choice would be.
The door opened and Michelle came in her smile completely melting as soon as she saw me.
“What have you done?” she demanded,
“You like it?” I asked “Hey, what‘s the date?” I asked not giving her time to answer my question. Nikki and Cassandra were standing beside her both of them speechless
“It’s the 1st we were coming to wish you a happy fourteenth birthday.” She replied sourly. None of it had happened, I had just come home from my uncle’s a few days ago and must have slept for nearly three days straight. I remembered my elastic band theory and began to laugh.
“Go away Michelle. I must have been as dense as a rock. It had actually taken me five years to see what I should have seen in one second.” She cocked her head as if she were asking me to go on “You’re a bitch, a mind controlling back stabbing cruel little girl who is insecure and picks on others and enjoys torturing them for her own entertainment. You have no true feelings and love to manipulate and play games with people.” I said feeling so happy, I had told her! Everything I had ever felt and suppressed, just, poof, gone. Her cheeks raged bright red as she looked at me shocked and angry
“I hate you,” she cried
“Good.” I replied “It’ll make things even more interesting,” I grinned as she turned around and stormed out of the house. I looked up at the roof and at the sharpie in my hand remembering what I had been going to do. I stood on my bed and started to sing as I wrote the lyrics to a song I had been working on in my dream.

I feel like I’m going to wake up soon,
Like I’ve had my head in a hole
An ostrich seeking some false protection
Vulnerable and weak
Unable to stand on my own two feet
But when I am aware
Of all that I am
I only hope
That somehow I can find the strength to stand ‘cause
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Somewhere you may find
You and I collide

I watched the words flow as I added the ending on.
“Yeah, just give me a sec, I want to go talk to Arabella about something.” I heard someone say downstairs. I brushed my fingers through my partially damp hair as the door opened I looked in shock at Cole who was not staring at me but at my clothes and finally at the ceiling
“You would not believe the dream I just had.” He muttered looking completely lost and bewildered. I smiled
“Wanna bet?” I asked, he looked at the ceiling and smiled
“You finally finished your song?" I nodded
“Do people ever have connected dreams?” I asked, he shrugged
“Maybe it wasn’t a dream.” He responded we had unknowingly walked towards each other. Our faces getting loser and closer.
“What about the disapproving brother.” I muttered laughing, Cole shrugged
“He’ll have to deal with it. I’m just happy the dream got to continue.” He murmured, I smiled
“I love you.” I whispered, his arms wrapped around my waist in response, closing the space between us we collided somewhere, somewhere we had found ourselves. And in the process we had found each other.