The week started that Monday. I was anxious, because I was going to see Andy today, and I’m sure I looked like a bat out of hell. Usually, I’d be clean shave in, but not today. I had stubble on my chin, and my clothes looked like I just picked up whatever was near me before I went to class.

Just as I got into my seat Andy, came in. Luckily some other people had his attention on them. The tarty bell was just about to ring as Andy made his way to his seat right in front of me. He gave me a brief once over and gasped silently as he sat down in his seat. A minute later he turned around, stared at me in utter disbelief. “Hey Stevan, what happened to you this weekend? I didn’t get a text or one single encoded message from you.” I tried my best to not make eye contact with him. It was all I could do, after all, how do you tell the person whom you most probably will kill in the near future anything at all? I personally feel like I couldn’t do anything at that moment, but stare silently at the cherry tree outside the window.

The bell rang, and Mr. Evans started class. He turned around to pay attention to the class which I couldn’t seem to care about for the reminder of the class. My last class of the day wasn’t any different. I heard my phone ring in my pocket as an incoming text awaken the screen. Thankfully it happened after class. I took my phone out of my pocket to find out who had messaged me. It was Andy, the text said, ‘Meet at the usual spot in five’ I wondered what this could mean.

I waited for Andy in our usual spot, which was on campus near the student center. For a moment I felt an unnatural presence right behind me. It took everything not to turn around and drop kick whoever was behind me. As it came close I heard someone calling my name, “Stevan!” I turned in the direction the voice came from, and the unnatural presence left. I found it was Andy who called out to me. “Hey, Andy, what’s up?” I asked as he came into sight and distance of the spot I was standing.

Andy came up to me and rustled me into a bear hug the likes I hadn’t felt since my father past away. It was warm and unexpected, to say the least. “Whoa, Andy, what’s gotten into you?” I asked as he set me down on my feet. He had a serious face then, “I was worried that you might have gotten hurt this weekend, but came to find out that you just didn’t want to be bothered with the likes of me, so I did the only thing I could think of to get you out of that stupor you were in. I was worried about my friend dammit. Don’t scare me like that again.” He said with sincerity in his tone that was unmistakable. I caught my breath as emotions I hadn’t felt came at me like a lion for prey. I tried to hold back the tears pricking my eyes as I looked up to the sky and for the first time since my dad’s viewing, I wanted to embrace someone and cry on their shoulder. For reasons unbeknownst to me I embraced Andy this time and laid my cheek to a spot on his chest that was so comforting that it startled me. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling this time. I cried without giving him a reason, and he didn’t ask.

I continued to cry for a few more minutes, and Andy patted and sooth me. Thankfully I wasn’t the type to ball like a babe. If I was there’d been a crowd of students to stare at us, but there weren’t, and I finally calmed down enough to tell Andy, “I’m sorry, Andy, I don’t know what came over me. Now, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?” I asked him trying to retain some of my dignity. Again, he took a few moments before he said anything. “Well, I didn’t expect you to do that. Whatever had happened this weekend please tell me, so I can help in any way I am able.” Well, I certainly could not argue with that could I? I told him everything about the dream and the dark figure in the dream, and that I saw it outside my dream as well.

If Andy was shocked, he didn’t show it at all. I give him props for that. We were at the Starbucks near the University. Though I wasn’t a coffee drinker, I did like other things there, and Andy liked the coffee. I waited for him to say something. It was starting to drive me insane that he had yet to say anything for the past few moments. He cleared his throat and began speaking, “I am not sure how to take all this in. Yes, I’m an avid believer in the occult and such. This seems a little out of the scoop of my understanding. Are you telling me that you have the ability to dream the future and that most if not all the times it happened it came true?” I nodded, and he continued, “That’s amazing, well not for you obviously, but still I can’t even compare to that. I’ve only been able to see auras, and get small glimpses into other people’s life story.” Andy breathed a sigh.

That was news to me. I raised one eyebrow at that. “You’re telling me you can glimpse into other people’s past?” I asked trying to hide the surprise in my tone. He nodded, “I’ve been able to only do that recently. In fact, it was the day that I saved your butt that I started to see glimpses. They come and go, but it hasn’t happened around you. I can also see a string of red aura wrapping its self around your right pinky and mine. The closer we are the brighter the aura is. This is also a first for me too because I know the legends of the red string of fated lovers.” I blushed and scoffed at that statement.

He frowned. “Red string of fated lovers huh?” I asked, him with a bit of sarcasm in my tone that I didn’t feel. “So, what does that mean? Are we supposed to be lovers, and do the nasty every chance we get?” he blushed at that still hold that same frown. “Honey, listen, you’d be grateful to have me lay in your bed during cold nights. I may be into both guys and girls, but I’m not an easy lay.” He said with a fervor in his tone that surprised me. He stood up with a bruise to his ego and stalked away to the bathroom.