I woke up.
"I knew it." I whispered.
It was all just a dream.
I sighed defeat and sit up on the left side of my bed but wait. I notice this isn't my bed. I look around and see that this isn't my room either.
I woke up in somebody else's room.
"Whose room is this?" I asked myself.
The door opens.
I looked to see who it is.
Oh crap. It is him again. The one and only...
Corbin Taylorsville.
Last night was the closest I had ever been to him. I thought it was only a dream yet there he is, standing at the door looking back at me.
Wait, what?
He's starring back at me. I feel my temperature rising again. This is so awkward what am I supposed to say or do?
Should I scream?
Shout?
And let it all out? 🎶
Or should I throw this strange-looking lampshade at him and accuse him of kidnapping me?
Think Crystal. Think!
"You're awake." he spoke.
His voice sounds really different from the night before. Maybe it's his morning voice. Whatever the case is, I still like it.
"C-corbin?" I stuttered.
He smiled.
"I'm glad you know me."
Of course I know him. I have known Corbin for seven years. We graduated from the same high school and go to the same university. Like most of the girls in school, I have a really really huge crush on him.
But what is he doing here?
What am I doing here?
Where are we?
Is this his room?
Perhaps now is the time to throw this strange looking lampshade at him and scream.
Corbin smiled.
That smile, that damned smile melts my heart everytime.
I know this might sound strange but anyone who knows Corbin would know that he'd smile and laugh on a daily basis except Mondays. No one hates Monday more than Corbin hates Monday.
Rumors say it was the day he lost his first puppy but I don't believe them. Corbin is a cat person. I know because I stalked his old Tinder account and it was written on his bio.
"I fixed you a meal." he said.
"I want to go home."
Fudge!
Why did I say that too soon!?
Oh I hope he insists. Please insist I want to stay for a little longer.
"As you wish."
NO.
"Get ready, I'll be waiting for you downstairs." he closed the door and left.
How could he not insist!?
I tucked out of the strange-looking bed and starred at a strange looking mirror.
My face and hair are a total mess so I went to the bathroom and washed my face.
As soon as I'm done I headed straight back to the mirror only to see that nothing about my face and hair have changed.
Hah!
As if Corbin uses a miraculous water that could make any person look attractive with one wash.
I hope they have that kind of water though.
Anyway, I am not an expert in interior designing but I can say that everything about this room is strange.
The wall, the paintings, the bed, and even my reflection. I see no window. I can't tell what time it is.
Okay self enough with the judgments and criticisms.
I fixed the bed and left the room.
The hallway isn't as strange looking as Corbin's room.
The house is huge.
I kept walking until I saw two more rooms not far from Corbin's.
Strange.
I can see shadows moving beneath the doors of the two rooms and...