3.) This must be a dream
I woke up.
My alarm had been ringing for five minutes but I couldn't bring myself to get out of my bed.
There was no college today, thus no reason to hurry.
It was about 10am when I finished my everyday shower and clothing process, so I decided to grab my laptop and watch a series which was currently airing.
My stomach yearned halfway for breakfast, I paused, went to my refrigirator and closed it again.
"Nothing to eat, eh?"
Just then, I remembered what I had dreamt of.
It was a recurring dream showing me images of my past.
Images of a real, yet distant past which had left me alone.
I knew it was always the same dream, always about the same girl.
I wanted to forget.
My thoughts were suddenly distracted by a roar coming from my coffee machine.
So I poured water into the water tank, waited until I could enjoy my delicious hot drink, full of caffeine.
Just as I grabbed my favorite cup, my hand slipped and all the coffee spilled on my bare feet.
"The fuck!" I shouted, took the cup and put it back into the machine.
My telephone rang, it was one of my colleagues.
"Yo pal, ya know about dat girl in our class? The hot one with curly hair?"
"Sure. What's with her?" I responded.
"I got to meet her yesterday eve in the cafe near your house and she seemed to be really pissed."
"So what?"
He told me, he had invited her for a drink and began to get fancy about her.
"Urm, I don't want to interrupt you or anything but could you get to the point?"
"Well of course-" and there he went again, raving about her breasts and what he'd do with them.
"So you got a boner from getting a girl a drink now?"
"No, listen. Those boobs are delicious. Deeeeeelicious I tell ya!"
"Touched them?"
"No."
"Wimp."
"What th-" I hung up, gave the coffee another try and really succeeded.
"My.. it's still early and he already gives me that crap" I said to myself while watching my episode, drinking my coffee.
The coffee was more delicious than that girl ever could've been.
I had talked to her once in informatics.
The discussion took no longer than five minutes until I just turned around, got away from her.
Thinking back, she might've been pretty and all but intelligence-wise just the same as a slice of bread.
I put on my new jacket, tied my shoes.
The cold stuck me for a moment when I opened the door but what should I do, I had to buy stuff to eat.
The town was awfully quiet for this hour and even more, the streets were empty.
I went past the house where I had received my cold shower the day before, stood still and waited a second.
Another avalanche came down, almost hit me and smashed on the ground.
"Heh, you fucker! Can't touch this!" I grinned and took a step forward.
The next second I knew I had to regret this.
I suddenly was buried in snow.
"People may say 'what you reap is what you sow' but I can't remember asking a fucking field for snow!"
The same procedure as yesterday; brush off snow, shake head, look around if anyone had seen that.
Nobody.
Moving on, I grasped a glimpse of a scent unknown to me.
It was warm, yet chilly.
Sweet, yet fresh.
It was like a thousands of flowers appeared around me, my very figure being ready to dive into the sun which shone upon me now.
A horn yelled, crushing my journey in paradise.
I looked left:
The most beautiful girl I had ever seen stood in the middle of the street.
She had butt-lengthy, lilac-colored, straight hair and -
What was I thinking?!
She was about to be hit by a hugeass truck!
I dashed.
Faster than I ever did without hestitating or weighing that we both could die.
I took a leap - three meters
I reached my hands - two meters.
I let out a cry "Watch out!!" - one meter.
Everything felt unimportant to me, all dizzy - 50 centimeters.
My hands grabbed her slender body - 30 centimeters.
It was all over.
"Wha-?" she wanted to say - 20 centimeters.
She couldn't finish her sentence, I took her my direction by all my force -ten centimeters- throwing both of us into a mass of snow.
My foot got sideswiped.
The pain was terrible.
Instantly, when I looked into her face, I was certain it had been worth to even die.
Two huge eyes looked at me.
I smelled the scent I had grasped before - it belonged to her.
Butt-lengthy, lilac-colored hair, a bit ruffled.
A soft, woolen coat of grey color.
A hand, slapping my face.
"What do you think you're doing?! It's not like I asked you to do this.
Did you even think before you grappled me?!"
"You were about to get killed! What would you expect me to do?!" I returned the fire.
"STUPID!" she said and got up.
The truck had passed by, not even attempting to stop.
A case of hit-and-run driving but I couldn't do anything as it already had disappeared.
I grabbed my thoughts, stood on my feet and looked at her.
She really was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.
"Anyways..." she began.
She turned her head a bit down.
"Don't expect me to thank you for this - I'm just returning the favor."
She gave me a slight kiss on my cheek.
I was paralyzed, unable to do or say anything.
"W-well.."
"Shhh. You better get me some tea or do you want me to freeze?"
I nodded.
The scent had gotten stronger, not disturbing.
It was almost fruity in contrast to all the dirty odor I got to small every day.
Walking besides her made me feel pleasant, although we just had escaped death a few moments before.
She was shivering.
"You really ok? You are-"
"Of course I am!" and sped up.
Trying to catch up with her, I realized, it was the exact same hair I saw the previous day.
"You, you.."
"Shut up now, will you? Just where do you live?"
Did this unreal girl just asked me where I was at home?
Her purple eyes glared at me.
"Uh sure, it's just four more houses down the road." I replied, yet unsure whether all this was reality.
"We better hurry then, I'm cold."
While we were walking down the snowy scenery, I looked at her from the corner of my eye.
She must've been about 1.70meters, about my age - two or three years younger than me.
And she had a terrible attitude.
I knew that attitude from hundreds of anime I has seen so far.
I felt myself an Otaku when the banner 'Type-A-tsundere' came to my mind.
"This must be a dream after all. There's no fucking way in hell this could happen." I thought, trying to get off that banner.
But I got hit by her and it still hurt.
"No, no, no, this is not happening. There's manga and anime for such scenarios."
But yet, she walked by my side, her face showed a bit of anger, a white hair ornament waving every now and then.
Still dizzy, I noticed we had arrived at my door.
I got out my keys, mindlessly unlocked the door and let her in.
She undid her jacket and gave it to me.
Her black boots were now lying near the carpet where I would have placed my shoes.
I grabbed them and put them next to mine.
"Nice place you got there." she said.
"Well.. nice you call it."
"Of course, look at all the stuff you have. There's a flat TV, a laptop, a couch and even a dishwasher."
I started to grin.
"It's not bad living here, you're right."
Looking into my living room, the girl, wearing a grey sweater and matching pants stood in the middle.
"Just no fucking way. It's too much of a cliché to be real" I told myself and pinched my arm.
An immediate piercing pain convinced me once again that I wasn't sleeping.
"So, what would you like? A coffee, tea or juice? Or maybe some booze?"
She faced me, grinned a little bit, then responded:
"Tea. It's cold."
I made some.
"Have yourself" and pointed at the table.
She sat down, curiously looking around.
I arranged some cookies and chocolate biscuits on a plate while I was waiting for the tea water to cook.
"What flavo-"
"Apple." she replied before I could finish my sentence.
"Heh, that fits a bit~" I said to myself.
I infused the hot water into my favorite cup along with the last apple-flavored teabag and put it on the table.
"Might want to get some more, just to be sure..." I figured while I sat down.
She still was looking around, it seemed that it was as unreal to her as it was to me.
I was dazzled by her beauty, by her spirit.
"S-so.. what's your name anyways?" I asked.
She told me.
Silence.
"You.. You know, about earlier.."
The girl looked down on her cup of tea, took a sip and put it back on the table.
Her finger lightly touched the rim of my cup - she started to blush a bit.
She tried to avoid looking at me at all costs.
"I-I wanted to.."
Anyone would be able to know what came next who had seen at least one harem-based anime.
"Just so.. you.. I mean, err"
Silence.
"Thanks."