Deja Vu is something people can only experience and theorize about. Where you believe you've seen or heard something before, you just can't quite place your finger on where it's from. But what if I told you that time won't let you remember.
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Today is the day every girl in high school dreams about, senior prom. I had the perfect dress picked out, the best group of friends to mingle with, and the perfect date to spend the night with. There's nothing that could possibly mess up my night.
I had just finished perfecting my hair, with the help of my mom of course, when my date showed up with his car. I caught a glimpse of him out the bathroom window. The way he looked in that tuxedo, standing next to his car was like something out of a dream.
I sprayed myself with some perfume and looked at myself in the mirror before grabbing my purse and heading out the door to greet him.
"M'lady," he said, opening the passenger side door for me. I know I expected perfection but this was really off for him.
"Are you doing okay?" I asked him after I took my seat. He shut my door and walked around over to his side.
"I couldn't be better." He started the car, the engine roaring to life unlike I'd ever heard it sound before. Something was really off about today. But I shrugged it off, figuring I might as well enjoy it rather than complain about things being too good.
We made it to the dance and I was greeted inside by my friends. My best guy friend, Chuck, was telling a joke to my other friends and he laughed so hard at it that he nearly spilled his drink. That is until my date, Brandon, stepped in and caught his cup and handed it back to him.
I was just suddenly hit by this weird feeling of Deja Vu, like even though that situation took me by surprise, I'd seen it happen before. Must've been from a movie or something.
Brandon lead me over to the dance floor. He whispered something to the DJ and our song played. It was my favorite song of all time. It played the day we met and it's been in my head ever since.
Something was definitely up. Sure, he's a nice guy but he's never this good to me. It's almost as if someone took my vision of the perfect prom and spit it out into reality. It was almost too weird for me. But even still I went with it. It was too perfect to ignore for some feeling haunting my mind.
***
After the prom was over, we got in his car and he lead me home. I still couldn't help feeling like something was wrong. He wasn't acting himself. I was going to confront him about it when he said something I never expected.
"I know what you're thinking babe," he said after parking the car outside my place. "You think I've been acting a little strange and you're right. I don't think you'd believe me if I told you, but pretty much I went over today over and over until I figured out how to give you the night of your dreams. This has all been for you."
My heart melted. That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I leaned forward and he followed suit until our lips were touching and we kissed. It was the most beautiful kiss of my life. By the time we pulled away from it my heart was all fluttery. I told him goodnight and headed back inside.
***
That night I experienced the strangest set of dreams. It was all taking place tonight, but everything happened so differently. I saw Chuck get his drink spilled all over him and Brandon laughing. I saw Brandon trying to go even further with the kiss, getting all hands on and I pulled away and almost broke up with him.
There were all of these alternative events for tonight that all played in my head as I slept. But the odd thing was that it all felt real.
After running it all through in my head, it made so much sense where all the Deja Vu was coming from tonight. I decided to confront him about it, feeling paranoid that there might be something darker happening. I called him.
"Hey babe, what's wrong?" he asked, sounding as though he'd just woken up.
"What did you do?" I demanded.
"What do you mean, babe?"
"What the hell did you do? I keep having these dreams about last night, like memories on repeat. The only difference in the repetition was the things you did. Did you do something to me? What the hell happened?"
***
Today is the day every girl in high school dreams about, senior prom. I had the perfect dress picked out, the best group of friends to mingle with, and the perfect date to spend the night with. There's nothing that could possibly mess up my night.
I had just finished perfecting my hair, with the help of my mom of course, when my date showed up with his car. I caught a glimpse of him out the bathroom window. The way he looked in that tuxedo, standing next to his car was like something out of a dream.
I sprayed myself with some perfume and looked at myself in the mirror before grabbing my purse and heading out the door to greet him.
"M'lady," he said, opening the passenger side door for me. I know I expected perfection but this was really off for him.
"Are you doing okay?" I asked him after I took my seat. He shut my door and walked around over to his side.
"I couldn't be better." He started the car, the engine roaring to life unlike I'd ever heard it sound before. Something was really off about today. But I shrugged it off, figuring I might as well enjoy it rather than complain about things being too good.
We made it to the dance and I was greeted inside by my friends. My best guy friend, Chuck, was telling a joke to my other friends and he laughed so hard at it that he nearly spilled his drink. That is until my date, Brandon, stepped in and caught his cup and handed it back to him.
I was just suddenly hit by this weird feeling of Deja Vu, like even though that situation took me by surprise, I'd seen it happen before. Must've been from a movie or something.
Brandon lead me over to the dance floor. He whispered something to the DJ and our song played. It was my favorite song of all time. It played the day we met and it's been in my head ever since.
Something was definitely up. Sure, he's a nice guy but he's never this good to me. It's almost as if someone took my vision of the perfect prom and spit it out into reality. It was almost too weird for me. But even still I went with it. It was too perfect to ignore for some feeling haunting my mind.
***
After the prom was over, we got in his car and he lead me home. I still couldn't help feeling like something was wrong. He wasn't acting himself. I was going to confront him about it when he said something I never expected.
"I know what you're thinking babe," he said after parking the car outside my place. "You think I've been acting a little strange and you're right. I don't think you'd believe me if I told you, but pretty much I went over today over and over until I figured out how to give you the night of your dreams. This has all been for you."
My heart melted. That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I leaned forward and he followed suit until our lips were touching and we kissed. It was the most beautiful kiss of my life. By the time we pulled away from it my heart was all fluttery. I told him goodnight and headed back inside.
***
That night I experienced the strangest set of dreams. It was all taking place tonight, but everything happened so differently. I saw Chuck get his drink spilled all over him and Brandon laughing. I saw Brandon trying to go even further with the kiss, getting all hands on and I pulled away and almost broke up with him.
There were all of these alternative events for tonight that all played in my head as I slept. But the odd thing was that it all felt real.
After running it all through in my head, it made so much sense where all the Deja Vu was coming from tonight. I decided to confront him about it, feeling paranoid that there might be something darker happening. I called him.
"Hey babe, what's wrong?" he asked, sounding as though he'd just woken up.
"What did you do?" I demanded.
"What do you mean, babe?"
"What the hell did you do? I keep having these dreams about last night, like memories on repeat. The only difference in the repetition was the things you did. Did you do something to me? What the hell happened?"
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