I'm Seeing Double

The brunette stirs a little bit in her sleep. Her left hand grabs ahold of his blue jacket, and she snuggles him even more. When she first did this, the blond boy didn’t know what to do. His blue eyes just went wide. Eventually, he got used to it. This happened right before she did it a second time. He still feels a bit uncomfortable, but he doesn’t as much as when her family tried to talk to him. He had to look out the window the entire time to try to stay calm. Of course, Rory could still tell, and that was why she moved over to the middle seat. They’ve shown him kindness but not as much as the teenage girl that is snuggling up to him. She told him that she wasn’t a liar, and he believes her. For once in his life, he actually kind of trusts someone.
The blue-eyed boy looks down at her. She’s rather cute. He doesn’t really have a lot of people to compare her too, but he does think she’s cute especially when she’s sleeping. He smiles slightly at the sight of her. He just can’t help himself. The seventeen-year-old wraps his arm around her. He tries his best to not wake her, but it’s not use. Her eyes flutter open, and she looks up at him.
“I’m sorry that I woke you up,” he apologizes softly.
“It’s fine,” she smiles.
“Why are you smiling?”
“I’m just happy that you’re not a dream which would have been weird because I don’t remember my dreams.”
“Lucky,” he mumbles.
“What?”
“I just said ‘lucky’.”
“Why?”
“Well...”
“You’re going to have to learn to trust me if we’re going to live together.”
“I trust you. You’re the first person that was nice to me. It’s just that...” He motions for her to get closer to he can whisper it in her ear. “It’s just that my dreams are his memories. It’s all of the happy times, but it’s also all of the sad times. It’s... It’s annoying that I don’t feel anything towards them. Then there are the nightmares...”
“Don’t worry. You don’t have to tell me about them. We just met, so I understand that you wouldn’t want to tell me anything that personal. There is a limit, and I’m alright with that.”
Carrie looks in the mirror and sees all of this. “You guys look more like a couple than two people that just met.”
James’s cheeks warm up. “Em...”
“I can’t help that he’s comfy,” Rory comes in, saving the day. “Now change of subject, are we almost there? I haven’t looked out the window yet.”
“We’re about five minutes away,” her mom tells her.
“Coolio. I think we should change the CD to test something.”
Rory sits up slightly in order to grab a CD out of her purse. The case looks different than most. It looks more like a book. James hasn’t seen a lot of CDs, but he does know that it’s different. The blond looks at the cover and finds the same blue eyes looking back at him.
“That’s One Direction,” he says.
“Yep,” she says as she takes the CD out and hands it to Carrie. She closes the book as soon as she gets it out.
“That’s Louis... Liam... Zayn... and Harry.”
Rory turns to look at him. “You remember them?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Well, let’s see if you remember this. Care, turn on number fifteen. I’m in the mood to listen to that song and sing along.”
The blonde does as her sister says and turns on the song “Moments”. Rory smiles at the familiar melody. She starts singing along to the music. Now, James remembers hearing singers before. Yes, he’s not an expert, but he does like her voice. It fits her. It’s not really that high, but it’s also not that low either. It’s about right in the middle. During the end of the first chorus, the brunette turns to look at him. Why is she doing that? That’s when James remembers. He smirks a bit before he sings Niall’s part. It’s amazing how that memory just made itself known so easily. The two sing throughout the entire song which ends right around the time that they get home.
“We’re home!” the brunette exclaims gleefully. “You get to meet Mittens, Manson, and Chubbs!”
“Wha-”
James doesn’t get to finish what he’s saying because Rory makes him open the door and get out. She takes ahold of his hand and drags him inside. As soon as the Irish boy is inside the two-story house, a peek-a-pom starts smelling him. James freezes. Is this dog friendly or not? The only other time that he encountered a dog, the creature snapped at him.
“This is Chubbs,” Rory tells him as she picks him up and has James move away from the door for Marie and Carrie. “I say that he’s stupid.”
“He’s not stupid,” her mom says as she enters.
“What kind of dog is he?” James questions softly as he hesitantly goes to pet him.
“He won’t bite. He’s just a big baby that wants his mommy. He’s a peek-a-pom. I like to call him Beast Boy because he normally has a tooth sticking out of his mouth.” The blond boy finally pets him and smiles. “I said he doesn’t bite.”
Rory puts the dog down and has James follow her into the living room. There are two TVs. One of them is a flat screen that is hooked up to a computer. There is a tan couch directly in front of this TV with a coffee table as well. In front of the other TV is a recliner. On the other side of the room is a matching love seat. Rory walks over to the recliner, and James follows. He finds a grey and white cat that is half-asleep. The brunette smiles at the sight and “awws” out loud. She pets his head which causes him to stretch his legs. He’s rather long, and this can be seen even more when he does this.
“This is Manson. He’s my best friend. Yes, he can be rather annoying, but it’s cute when he comes in my room to sleep next to me. That right there is Mittens.” She points to a calico sleeping on top of the couch. “She’s the princess of the household.”
“She’s cute.”
“Very. Now what should we do first...”
“Maybe you should actually show him around,” her tall sister suggests with a bit of an attitude as she passes through the room in order to get to the stairs.
“Of course Care has a great idea. She is Care after all. Now, I’ll take you on the tour. Meow.”
“Did you just meow?” the blond boy questions.
“Of course I did. I’m a cat, and I’m kind of in a hyper mood. Now allons-y!”
The short eighteen-year-old leads the Irish boy over to the downstairs bathroom. That’s self-explanatory, so she leads them up the stairs to where all of the bedrooms are. The first one is her mom’s. The next one is Carrie’s room. Since she probably doesn’t want to be bothered, she doesn’t open up her door either. Rory shows the blond boy the upstairs bathroom and again, doesn’t need to explain anything.
Finally they reach Rory’s room. The brunette opens the door and maneuvers her way to her bunk beds. She sits down on the bottom bed which is a double. Her room is definitely not clean. The middle of the floor along with a path are the only places without anything on the floor. Most of the purple carpet is covered with paper. Rory’s closet is overflowing, and she has a few bags in front of her dresser. On top of the TV stand is where she puts all of her autographs and concert stuff along with her printer. The last thing that can be seen in her room is that her top bunk is filled with stuffed animals and her bottom bunk has some plushies and dolls, a laptop, and some folders. The only neat part of her room is where her amp and three basses are which is by her TV. There is also a PS3 connected to the TV.
“Welcome to my room!”
“Is it normally this messy?” Then he realizes what he said. “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rude or anything-”
“It’s fine. I always say that it’s messy, and yes, it normally is this messy. Why don’t I show you your room now?”
“Alright.”
Rory leads James out of her room and over to the last room in the hall, the guest room. She opens the door and walks in with James right behind her. The room has light blue walls and tan carpet. The sheets are a pretty shade of light green that complements the walls nicely. There is also a large mirror, a computer table, and a dresser all made from a light wood. Rory shuts the door after they enter.
“Can I... em... be alone for a bit?”
“Oh. Alright. I’ll come and get you when dinner is ready then. I’ll see you then.”
“See ya.”
Rory leaves James and goes back to her room to work on fan fictions. She starts working on the next one that needs to be updated, but then she feels herself a bit drained. It has been quite a day. Although that doesn’t mean that she’s going to go to bed. That just means that she just can’t bring herself to update a story. Since she doesn’t feel like writing, she goes online and messages one of her friends. The message is long just like it normally is, and she says all of the things that she’s been up to. However, she doesn’t bring James up. It’s not that she doesn’t want to. It’s mostly because who would believe that. She finds it hard to believe it herself, and she’s the one that found him. After the message is done, she just goes over to her PS3 and plays some Skyrim.
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The eighteen-year-old stays true to her word and doesn’t go to check on James until dinner is ready. She opens the door to find his shoes on the floor, his jacket laying on top of the dresser, and the cute boy asleep in the bed. Why is everyone so much cuter when they sleep? He looks like a cute puppy. Rory starts to feel bad that she’s going to have to wake him up. If it wasn’t for the fact that all he’s probably eaten in awhile was that one sub and half of that other one, she would let him sleep. Rory figures that he’d be okay with being woken up if it meant he’d be able to fill his belly with pasta. Rory goes over to the bedside and shakes him slightly. He stirs a little bit but doesn’t wake up. She shakes him just a tad bit harder which causes him to finally open his eyes. He looks up at her.
“I’m sorry that I woke you up.”
“It’s fine,” he smiles.
“Why are you smiling?”
“I’m just happy that you’re not just another dream.”

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