Dear No One,
“Nolan! Stop! Stop it!” I screamed, wanting the dark haired boy to stop tickling my sides. He had been lying beside me but had somehow maneuvered himself so he was sitting on top of me not letting me run or squirm away from his monstrous hands.
“And why would I do that?” he asks with a smirk clearly planted on his face.
“Well, um, because, I don’t know… because I want you to?” I reply knowing he doesn’t fall for the “I need to pee” trick anymore and it’s not even worth trying.
“Hmm… okay.”
“Seriously?!”
“Yeah, sure, why not?” he replies nonchalantly and rolls off now lying back beside me.
“Wow, it worked,” I mumbled to myself but I guess loud enough for someone else to hear because the blue eyed boy soon let out a chuckle.
Nolan. I knew Nolan. Who is he to me though? A friend? Family?
This was my dream last night before I woke up but I know it wasn’t just a dream. This happened, I know it did. I just don’t remember when. Why can’t I remember who he is?
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