Dream About Jared And Cigarettes

I stood there at my locker at my school, looking at him, his dreamy blue eyes, his silky brown hair, his pale skin shining in the light. I sat there in the hospital. I asked if he wanted to smoke. I had a feeling that this guy... Why am I calling him this guy? He has his name, Jared. Yes, that's what I heard him say. He makes my throat dry and my mind fuzzy. My knees buckled at the sight of him, but my heart flutters. Jared, I passed. His eyes met mine. A smirk emerged to his face. Do you want cigarettes? He kept looking at me. Kiss me, I thought. Jesus, Courtney, get it together. He is with someone else. I broke out and stole down and looked away. I looked at him with the vending machine and clapped my hands. Two cigarette packets fell down. I felt his eyes still looking at me. I moved over to where the vending machine is. I ran there, grabbed the pomegranate juice and two cigarettes. I ran back to him, and a security guard was coming by. Let's go, hey, I said, passing the drink to him. I opened the cigarettes, and surely enough, they were drenched with water. That was when I got put outside and to the school. I was now standing at my locker and looking at Jared. I feel him still just as strong, his blue eyes meeting mine, his silky long hair blowing in the wind. I took a deep breath. I saw him look back to me. And that was when I looked at my locker, trying not to look so creepy. Hey, he said, next to me. I closed the locker and looked at him once again, eyes meeting. Hey, how are you? I felt my heart beating faster. He nodded. Yeah, good, you? I nodded back. Same. What do we have now? I wanted to fall to the floor. My legs became so jelly. He was like a celebrity. Oh, wait, he is. I met him for the first time, but I felt I knew him for a long time. Just getting the girl after class, then free time.