Ghost

"I promise." I stated dully, willing my tears to go away.

"Angel, it's for the best. I know he may have said some things that-"

I glared at Nix with all of the hurt and anger in me. "Just fucking shut up, Nix." I growled before getting up and storming outside as fast as I could with my jell-o-ish knees.

I walked to the beach, and walked along the shore for a while. Once I was sure I was far away from Brian's house, I set down.

I focused on the water, trying not to let my thoughts go crazy. I didn't need to think about Storm or Nix, or anything.

Then, something hit me.

My dream.

The one of me and Storm arguing.

I smiled hugely. I would see him again. Nix was wrong. She was so fucking wrong.

But we'd be arguing..

Fuck.

"Hi." A voice said, sitting down next to me.

I looked over to see Matt, which kind of surprised me.

"Hi?" I questioned, looking at him suspiciously.

"You look upset." He said softly.

I just kind of stared at him.

"I'm sorry." He stated, shocking me hardcore.

Why hadn't I seen this in a dream or something?

"I was being a complete asshole that day. I just.. I am an asshole. And I want to apologize. I was way out of line, and I deserved that punch. I shouldn't have pushed you down, though."

"I-It's ok." I stuttered, really taken back.

"Do you wanna go get a drink?" He asked, smiling lightly.

"I, uh, I'm not old enough to drink yet.."

"How old are you?" He asked, one of his eyebrows raised.

"Nineteen." I told him.

He laughed. "Have you ever drunk before?"

I shook my head slightly.

"Wow. Well, I'm about to change that. Besides, you look like you could really use a drink right now." He smiled.

"Come on." He said, standing up and outstretching his hand for me to take.

Reluctantly, I took it, and allowed him to pull me up.

For once, I really didn't know what was going to happen.