I had the world's biggest "WTFH" moment in Math class today. So, I don't know if I told you this dream, but I'll say it again.

Back in July, I had a dream where my choir teacher got picked to be a chairmen in a house of music or something, but the only way you got in is if you could show that you would be able to manage your time, which my teacher can do as she conducts 3 different choirs and is a teacher.

Anyways, I guess our choir was the choir that she picked to represent her at this event and we had to sing to the head of the house and we were singing against another choir. After both choirs sang and while the head was talking to our conductor and the other conductor, we all were sitting out in a formal living room/ballroom-looking room, waiting. I texted my mom, just saying "Hey. We're done singing for now, so if you wanna talk, I have a free minute" and chatting with my friends. Weird thing is though, none of them were my IRL friends. They were my school/choir crush, his friend, the friend's girlfriend. 3 people who I barely talk to!

This guy, who was sitting on the couch next to me, suddenly just leaned over and nudged me and said "Whatcha doin?~" and I tell him that I'm texting my mom, to which he goes, "I know you're fibbin. Whatcha doin?" And he goes to grab my phone! I pull it away and tell him that I'm telling the truth and somehow, it ends with his face 4 inches away from mine and we're a laughing mess.

Now, I knew from the beginning that he liked me and that he was being flirty with me from his tone and behavior, and he was pretty cute, to be honest and all that I saw in my brain was two options set up like a TellTale game: you have 10 seconds to choose from 2 options. Option A. Close the 4 inches with a kiss.
Option B. Look at him and giggle. I'm sure he'll chuckle back.

I, of course, went with Option B and took that time to notice the facial details of him. His short, light brown, wavy hair with a small kink of curl in it, his hazel eyes that were hidden behind glasses, his blotches of freckles that were right underneath his eyes, and the blush that scattered from one cheek all the way across his bridge to the other cheek.

The one thing I just didn't know at the time is his name because in my dream, it was kinda held upon me that I knew everyone's name, but I mean, hOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO LNOW THE NAME OF A GUY THAT I DONT EVEN RECOGNIZE IN REAL LIFE?!?

(The tie in next chapter)