Real Or A Dream

"Theo, stop following me!" I shout at him without turning around.

"Jackie, I will not turn on you like the others!" He shouted and I stopped.

"How do I know you won't?" I asked and I wait for an answer.

"Because, you and I are more alike then you think." He said and I finally look at him.

Him...Ha

Him...this five foot seven, dirty blonde, brown eyed boy.

This boy that I only see when I close my eyes.

I'm pathetic...

I'm sad...

"I'm here for you." I heard his voice incase me then I gasped as I sit up in my bed with my cheeks flared.

"I hate that dream."