“Steve, can’t I please have another assignment? I won’t screw up like I did last time.” Meadow pleaded.
“I don’t know. Last time, you did pretty bad.”
“I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to say this and this isn’t going to help at getting my life, but I hated the kid!” Steve chuckled at her comment. She was right. A snotty, annoying brat he was, but still. She shouldn’t have treated Sam like that. He broke into a sly smile.
“I don’t know.” he repeated. Meadow grabbed onto his arm tightly.
“Please?” she asked with her best puppy dog face on. Steve rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Okay. But, this is the last time. There was a baby boy born just about ten minutes ago, but by the time that you get down there, he’ll be seventeen.” He took out a clip board from the desk he was standing near and handed it over to Meadow. She quickly jotted down the age of the male she would be working with.
“Okay. What else can you tell me?” she asked.
“His name, maybe?”
“Sure.” she said with a smile.
“His full name is Clarke Isaac Hanson. And they call him Isaac. Everything else about him you’ll have to find out. Just remember not to reveal yourself to him too early.” Steve warned.
“I know. That was one of mistakes last time. Okay, I shall be off. And thanks so much for this last chance, Steve.” The phrase ‘last chance’ rang through Meadows head. This was her last chance to prove herself worthy of possessing her own life. Meadow began to make her way to the door when she suddenly remembered she had no idea where she was going.
“Steve? Where am I going?” she asked. Steve grinned.
“Oklahoma. Tulsa. Now leave already before I assign someone else.”
“Thanks again. Bye.” Meadow smiled and cruised her way down to Tulsa, Oklahoma and the year 1998. She must have been really shaky in flying because instead of landing on the sidewalk up to where CIH lived, Meadow landed in a tree. Isaac heard something hit the tree, but when he looked out the window to be sure of his suspicion, he saw nothing. Meadow watched the boy facing the window. She instantly knew that it was Isaac.
“Hey, Ike.” Taylor called out from the doorway. Their brother Zac followed him into the room.
“Hmm?”
“Whacha staring at?” Zac asked. Isaac frowned as he tried to remember why he had been staring out the window.
“I don’t remember.”
“Liar. There’s probably some girl out there.” Taylor said and walked over to the window to look out.
“Whatever.” was Isaac’s response. Meadow had managed to slip through their room walls. She stood in the middle of the room.
“What a mess.” she said under her breath.
“What?” Isaac asked, hearing it. Taylor and Zac looked at each other.
“Did one of you guys say something?” he asked again.
“No. You’re just probably hearing things.” Zac considered. Isaac stood up and also moved to the center of the room. His back was to Meadow. Deciding to see if he could feel her, she lightly tapped him on the right shoulder. He whipped around to see no one standing there. Zac and Taylor watched with unusual looks on their faces, thinking their brother was going totally psychotic.
“Are you okay, Ike?” Taylor asked, standing up and moving towards him.
“Yeah. I’ve just been seeing things, feeling things, and hearing things, but other than that...” He smiled faintly, and headed for the bathroom. Quickly, he opened the medicine cabinet and took out two Tylenol caplets. He filled a cup full of water. Isaac popped the caplets into his mouth and chugged them down with his water. Sighing, he leaned up against the bathroom wall. Meadow had been there the whole time. His eyes were closed. She stood before him and placed her hands on his temples. She could hear what he was thinking and feel what he was feeling. He knew that he thought there was something touching his head, but he shrugged it off. He seriously thought he was going mentally insane. Meadow, of course, could hear that.
“Shhh.” she whispered. She took in his appearance ever so carefully. Knowing she could gain his trust, without him even aware, she slowly leaned in towards him and let her lips soften against his. He obviously noticed light feeling against his lips and he moved his lips along with hers. Meadow left one hand on his head and the other one trailed down his chest very slowly. Her finger tips went past the button of his jeans. Meadow did not let him deepen the kiss. It wasn’t really a kiss even. She just let her lips lie gently against his. Her hand was now his rising manhood and was gently stroking it. Isaac’s hands, thinking this was all in his head, he began to go for the button of his jeans. Once Meadow realized he was going to release himself, she immediately pulled away. He felt this and opened his eyes. Meadow went towards him again. She leaned in against his ear.
“Isaac. It’s okay. Right now, you cannot know who I am. But I will be in your dreams. Only from there will you recognize me. If ever you need to talk, just call out my name.”
“What is your name?” he whispered.
“Meadow.” He could feel her breath against his neck.
“Meadow, that’s cool.”
“You must remember that you can’t tell anyone about this.” Isaac nodded and Meadow stepped away, pretending to be gone. Taking a deep breath, Isaac stepped out of the bathroom and appeared before his brothers eyes.
“Who were you talking to in there?” Zac asked.
“No one. Just myself.”
“Well, it sounded like you were talking to someone.” Taylor said, giving a questioning glance. Isaac shook his head and climbed up on his bed.
‘Who is she? It must have just been my imagination.’ He thought to himself. Very soon after, he was asleep.
“So, tell me about yourself.” a girl with long brown hair and silvery green eyes asked. Across from her sat Isaac, in which she directed her question.
“Okay, let’s see. What do you want to know?”
“Umm, how about favorite things. You know, food, color, movie, stuff like that.”
“Well, food would have to be pasta. All kinds. Color, green.”
“Really? Mine too.”
“Cool. Movie, umm, Star Wars Trilogy. Anything else?”
“How about ice cream?”
“Vanilla.”
“Okay.”
“Tell me about you.”
“No.” Isaac’s face fell.
“Why?” The girl gave him a seductive half smile.
“Time to get up.” she said.
“Isaac! Get up.” Taylor was yelling from the doorway.
“What?!? Why?” Isaac said, finally sitting up.
“Dinner?” he said as if Isaac should know.
“I’m not hungry.” Isaac was intrigued by the girl in his dream. He wanted to figure out why.
“Well, Mom said she still wants you to at least sit there and join in conversations.” Taylor said rolling his eyes.
“Fine.” Isaac got out of bed and wobbled down the stairs.
“Hello sleepyhead.” Isaac’s mother called out to him. He smiled and sat down at the table. As his family went on discussing various conversations, Isaac sat and stared at the wall across from him. He couldn’t stop thinking about his dream for some reason. It had seemed so real. He found himself hoping that she would come into more of his dreams.
“Isaac,” his mother started, bringing him back to the world around him, “you look really tired. Why don’t you go up and get back in bed.” He smiled at her and climbed the stairs, two by two.
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