cold hands - chap 1

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staring above at the monitor in front of you, you felt yourself zoning out. you faded in and out of conscience, taking a final glance at the time- 5:38pm- before drifting off to sleep. within a second you were in another dimension. the birds twittered feebly and the sun beamed down on your skin. in front of you about 6 feet away was ethan. ethan nestor. his jade gaze hung onto yours, as if to never let go. the flowers brushed against his ankles as he began slowly strutting towards you. he was about 1 foot away from you, and just as you were about to hug-

suddenly a firm poke jerked you awake. you looked over to your right to see mark. his deep brown eyes seemed to show an expression of confusion. you slowly took in a deep gulp of air. "fuck. why was i here? wasn't i-" mark cut you off with his distinctive, deep and loud voice. "you asked to use my computer- for your essay?" all the memories came flooding back. "sorry for... uh, falling asleep on your desk. mark swiftly waved a hand and shook his head. "don't worry about it! ethan wanted to film with you... or, at least wanted to see you." a quick high-five from mark, and you were off.

images from your dream flooded back into memory and a red cluster grew among your cheeks. trying to distract yourself, you continued walking down the hallway and thought about spencer. that cute little dog- ethan's dog, to be exact. he was small but fierce. and hates horses. you giggled to yourself as you finally reached ethan's door. you took in a deep breath and slowly turned the door handle-

A/N; HAHAH cliffhanger. idk if im gonna do the next chapter tonight tbh

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