Matt, Ryan, Daniel, and I were on a road trip. And of course, I got the middle seat. I was in the back with Matt. Ryan and Danny sat in the front, telling stories and laughing. Matt and I sat listening to what they had to say.
"Stop stop stop." Matt said. His dumb blonde wig was falling off of his head. Ryan laughed loudly at the man in the spongebob suit. "Dude, You should just go up to him and just twirl the baton." He suggested. We all laughed. Matt looked at me. "Go for it." I said. Matt stumbled out of the car. Daniel and I started recording him.
He did his part for a couple of minutes, looking like a complete idiot. Daniel and I were holding back laughter for the sake of the video.
After a while, Matt got punched in the stomach. "Fuck." I laughed out. Daniel started laughing hard.
We ended the recording and went over to Matt. The guy in the suit walked off somewhere. Ryan ran over laughing. I helped Matt up. "Are you okay?" I asked him. He coughed out a "yeah I'm fine."
Ryan and Daniel were laughing so much they were almost crying. "Cmon guys." I said. We made our way back to the car and drove off to record more footage.
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I woke up. My hair was a mess and I wasn't even on my bed. I was on the other side of my room. I stood up.
I looked at the time
7:06 AM
Dan's Birthday Date.
Matt ran into my room. My attention shot to him.
"Are you...okay?" He asked. He was shaking.
"Y-yeah. Fine. Why?" I asked. Matt paused. He looked around my room. "What was all the crashing about?" He asked. "What crashing?" I ran my fingers through my hair. Matt took a final look around my room. "Nothing, I guess. Never mind. Sorry." He said. He left the room leaving me alone.
That dream felt so real. Was it real? Couldn't have. I didn't even know Matt before I came here.
I thought about the dream for a couple of minutes, then made my way to the bathroom to start the day.
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I couldn't get that damn dream out of my head all day.
I heard a muffled "DADDY LIKES" from down the hall. Followed by Ryan's laughter. I giggled a bit. Listening to them record was nice.
The dream shot through my head again.
Matt came into my bedroom. "Hey." He said. "Hello." I said. "It's 12 in the morning, what are you doing up?" He asked softly. "I don't really know. Searching for what the Internet has to offer, I guess."
I went into YouTube. I looked in my recommended box.
BLONDE BOYZ
I clicked on the video. I watched it for a couple of minutes when I saw Matt get punched in the stomach by the guy in the spongebob. Matt giggled.
Matt's POV
I looked at Iris's face. She looked sad, for some reason. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. "Nothing, just thinking." She replied. She wasn't fine.
"You're not fine." I said. She shifted her head towards me.
"Cmon, coat on." I said.
Iris went over to her bed and grabbed her jacket, then caught up to my side. We walked out of the house, and towards the hill. We sat there for a couple of minutes in silence, listening to sirens and watching the sky.
"Want to tell me what's wrong now?" I asked Iris, who was leaning on my shoulder. She looked up at me, her crystal blue eyes sparkling as much as the stars. "Daniel dream." She replied quietly.
My heart sank. I looked down at her.
"What about him?" I asked her, curious.
"I dreamt that we were all on a road trip, except for Mark." She breathed in.
"We were in the car, telling jokes and such, when you saw the guy in the spongebob suit out of my window. You were excited for some reason to go do your thing with the guy. Daniel and I started recording you and after a couple of minutes of swirling your baton around you got punched. We all broke into laughter and helped you back into the car. Then it ended."
I paused.
All of that actually happened, except for Iris being there, of course. How could she possibly know that happened?
"You know what's funny?" We stared at each other. "What?" She asked. "That all happened." I answered, staring back into the city. Iris sat up. "Wait, really?!" She asked. I nodded. "How could I have.." Her voice tailed off. I shrugged. "Maybe someone wanted you to experience it for yourself." I finished.
We stared back into the city.
For the rest of the night.