January Dreams by Carrigan Richards (read people like a book .txt) 📗

understand.” Vincent shakes his head and starts to walk away.

“No, wait,” I call out. “I-I saw it, too.”

He stops abruptly and turns around. “What?”

“I saw it, too. When you kissed me, I saw two people kissing. Like they’d been in love.”

His eyes widen. “What does this mean?”

“I don’t know.” And I’m not sure I want to know. I think I’m seriously going to have a panic attack. Whatever happened to normal teenage life? You know, boy meets girl, they like each other, they date, they have a great time. Maybe I need to see a shrink. If I’m seeing these things, and Casper and Vincent are seeing these things, I’m obviously the common thread. Does this happen with every guy I encounter? I briefly think about pulling the next guy that passes by and kissing him to see what happens.

“Can I try something?” Vincent asks.

“What?”

He closes the distance between us, and my breath hitches. He reaches his hand around the nape of my neck, pulling my mouth to his. His soft lips brush mine. My heart rattles against my chest as my knees wobble. If anyone is watching, I don’t care. As his lips dance with mine, the kiss awakens something inside me that I never knew existed. Except when I kiss Casper in my dreams.

Vincent slowly pulls away, resting his forehead on mine. We stand there, catching our breath. “I’ve never felt anything like that,” he breathes.

“Me neither.” Unless the kisses in my dreams count. Ugh. Why am I thinking of Casper?

“I didn’t see anything, did you?”

“No.”

“That’s very bizarre.”

“What could it mean?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you forgive me for not calling?” he asks, his eyes filled with sadness. “I was freaked out and I spent the weekend at the hospital with my mom. I’m sorry. I should’ve called.”

“Vincent.” I take his hand, squeezing it. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Is she okay?”

“She’s fine. They were just administering tests. Do you forgive me?”

“Yes, of course. I wish you would’ve called or texted though. This whole time I thought you hated me or something.”

He shakes his head, and his eyes are fixed on me with an intense look. “I could never hate you.” He gives a crooked smile. “Besides, if you didn’t see the same thing as me, you would think I was some freak.”

“Maybe we both are.”

He smiles wider. “I like that.”

“Promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“Don’t keep me on edge like that. If you need to talk or whatever don’t be afraid of me. I’m here for you.”

“You got it.” He kisses my forehead and takes my hand. His thumb caresses my hand sending warmth all over me. We walk inside the school and he escorts me to my locker.

He gazes into my eyes and I almost melt. I love the dark blue color of his irises. It’s my favorite color. “You are beautiful, Megan. You shouldn’t hide such beauty.” He kisses me with enough heat to set my insides on fire and in my mind, I see myself running into Vincent’s arms as if I haven’t seen him in ages. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.

We pull apart, panting. “What was that?” I whisper.

“What?”

“It felt like I hadn’t seen you in forever.”

“I know.” He plants one more kiss on my lips.

“We should get to class.”

He grins. “I’ll see you later.” I make my way to history class in a complete daze and sit next to Cherry.

“Are you okay?” she asks. “I mean, I take it from the huge grin on your face that you’re fine, but where were you this morning?”

I giggle. “Vincent.”

She laughs and playfully punches me on the shoulder. “You two are good then?”

“Yeah. It was all a misunderstanding.”

“Good. When are we double dating?”

“Whenever you want.”

I finally found a distraction from the dreams.

Chapter Eleven

Days merge into weeks, and before I know it, it’s the last week of school before Christmas break. Vincent and I are still together and I’m falling. He makes me happy, and I love being with him. He fills my heart with joy. Vincent and I have spent many nights on the phone or hanging out writing out my story. It’s weird, but I like it.

My dreams still continue, but Casper and I haven’t said a word to each other in weeks. Just the way I like it.

Jonathan and I are going to see our dad, and while I’m excited, part of me is sad because I have to leave Vincent. But maybe the whole distance makes the heart grow fonder is true. Things have been amazing with him.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me for three days,” he says.

I squeeze his hand as we stand by my car in the school parking lot. “It’ll be okay.”

He turns to me, his blue eyes pinning mine. “Let’s skip today.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I want to hang out with you before you leave.”

“We have school though.”

He shrugs. “Come on.” He kisses my neck, warming my body.

“You know I’ll get in trouble.”

Vincent lets out a sigh. “You don’t want to spend time with me?”

“That’s not it at all. We have school. And my parents.”

He rolls his eyes. “No one’s going to care if we miss today. And you have work tonight, so I’m not even going to see you before you leave. Just please. One day? I need to get away for a while and I just want to be with you.”

Biting my lip, I agree.

Smiling, he leads me to his car, and soon we’re driving on the interstate going north.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Nerves hit my stomach. “I can’t be too far from home. I still have to work tonight.”

“Would you just relax? I promise