I blinked, staring at him in shock for a moment. I brought two fingers up to my lips without even really realizing it. As soon as I did realize it, I dropped my fingers back down and blushed slightly. “You what?”

Now he was blushing. Bright red, actually…which was almost cute.

Gah, not what I should be thinking right now. Right now I should be focused on the problem at hand, which was the babbling blonde boy in front of me, trying to rationalize something or other, at me. “-and then you fell over and I didn’t know what to do, so I thought I’d try CPR and then that didn’t help so I tried mouth to mouth and I got really freaked and I didn’t know what I was supposed to do for help since you were dying and a mutant and no one would help a dying mutant especially not a doctor and there was nothing I could help and I really didn’t want you to die because you were helping me out even though I don’t even really know you and I just really was panicking and I’m sorry that I did that without thinking and I really shouldn’t have and-”

I interrupted him as he stopped for a moment to breathe. “Calm down. I’m not angry. I was just curious why. I mean really…why would you even care? I’m just some odd kid who you ran into on the streets. Well…” I mused, “Who ran into you. But, I think you got my point.”

I didn’t know why I was asking. I really didn’t care. Except…

I was too curious for my own good. I really wanted to know if I was just hallucinating when I had that dream about him. It seemed so real. It seemed so true, and I kind of wanted it to be. I wanted to have a friend that I could rely on, someone on whom I could depend. And this guy…he seemed like he could be it.

He blushed again, seeming to be getting redder by the second. “I-I…I’m not quite sure why I did. I’m really not. I just…I had this feeling I should help you…” He fidgeted slightly, and looked away from me.

Watching him for a moment, I tilted my head and took this time to really look at his appearance. He seemed so out of place in this part of the city. I mean, everything was concrete, asphalt, glass and metal. He looked more like he belonged in a field somewhere, or in a tree. I don’t know…just not here. He looked uncomfortable, too.

Finally I responded to him. Though, I didn’t really think before I spoke, and I took a bolder step than I had intended to. “Oren…?” I quietly questioned.

His head snapped around, those vibrant blue eyes staring at me in disbelief. “I never told you my name…”

Blushing again, I stuttered out a response. “W-well…see, here’s the thing. I…I’m not quite sure how I knew that…I-I sometimes get this flashes off my old hard drive, and…and I don’t know. I’m sorry…that’s probably not even your name…” I chuckled softly, even though I knew I was just lying to myself, and that I’d probably just seriously screwed myself over.

“No, it is.” His voice was quieter than before, but not unsteady. He also, didn’t sound too surprised to hear any of this. So, I picked my gaze back up to his face, and when my eyes met his, I knew he was the boy from the dream. He had to be. “And I think…I think I know what you’re talking about.”

He paused for a moment, seeming to be trying to collect his thoughts. Though, in the process of doing so, he must have forgotten that he was going to speak again. So I decided I’d prompt him a bit. “Oh…?”

He blinked, a bit startled at having his thoughts interrupted. “Hm? Oh! Right! I was talking.” He blushed again, only now realizing that he’d dazed out.

I chuckled, watching him for a moment as he now attempted to recollect his previous train of thought. I tried to make some conversation while he thought, just as sort of white noise. “Yeah, I think you were,” and here’s where I remember why I never got a date, and how I fail miserably at small talk.

“Sorry,” he muttered, obviously not noticing the complete tactlessness of my statement. Chuckling now himself, he continued, “Sorry, Dain.”

I blinked, slightly startled at having heard my name. Especially out of his mouth. I mean, a few moments ago, he’d been acting like it was surprising that I knew his, and now he suddenly knew mine? That, in my book, warrants a blink of confusion.

He looked over at me, outright laughing now at the look of pure confusion that must have been covering my face. “I remember you, too.”

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A/N: Sorry, short chapter. But, I finally had the time to write an update. I’m having a bit of writer’s block, thus why it’s so short. Anyways, reviews are much welcomed!