One More Chance

Something Split Angelina and Lane up. Who knows what? Maybe they weren't meant to be with each other or maybe they were in love at the wrong time. What happens when she meets Lane again in another lifetime? Will she fall in love with him? Or will everything go wrong? P.s. It's also on Wattpad at 'Divergent-Queen98'


6. Ch.6

I woke up in the middle of the night. For some reason every time I wake up, I have a weird urge to hear Lane’s voice. 


  I never get a good night sleep. It’s like something is missing. Something has to be beside me, for me to sleep. I just don’t know what it is.


  Maybe I had a bad dream. I just never remember them.


  I sighed. Suddenly there was a small knock at the door.


  I turned the lamp on and jumped up as a reflex.


   It was only Aiden...


  I smiled as he walked up to me. My smile soon fell when I saw his frightened expression.


  “I had a bad dream,” he muttered.


  I gave him a sad smile. “You can sleep with me for tonight.” I moved the covers out of the way.


  He slipped right in, and made himself comfortable.


  I was about to turn the lamp off until Aiden spoke. “Arn’t you going to ask me, what my dream was about?”


  “Oh. Well, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want too.”


  “Mom, always ask. It helps me if I tell someone.”


  “Oh. Well, sure. Go ahead.”


  I left the lights on and laid back down. “I had a dream about that guy I met today. The guy you kept staring at.”


  I coughed awkwardly. “You mean Lane?”


  Aiden nodded. “Yea that’s the guy. He was in my dream. He was the hero!”


  I chuckled. “Lower your voice, kiddo. Kasey is sleeping.”


  “Sorry,” He muttered.


  “It’s okay. How is this a bad dream if he saved you?”


  “Oh. He didn’t save me.” Aiden shrugged. “And his friends were the bad guys.” Aiden must’ve heard me and Kasey talking in the kitchen earlier. No wonder he’s having a bad dream. 


  “They were murderers,” he continued. “In my dream they weren’t Aiden’s real friends. We were at the theater --in my dream-- and one of Lane’s tall friend walked up to me. He told me he wanted someone dead. He just didn’t tell me who. Lane was talking to you, and this tall guy kept looking over at you two. He said he wants that person dead. I just didn’t know if he was talking about you or Lane.”


  Wow that’s a very descriptive dream for a six year old. “Aiden... Me and Lane is going to be okay. You know that right?”


  Aiden nodded. “It’s just a dream, Angie.”


  I could feel myself turning red from embarrassment. “I know, Aiden. I just don’t want you to think I’m in trouble or anything.”


  Aiden looked up at the ceiling. His little face was concentrating, like he was thinking real hard. “I don’t think you’re in trouble, Angie.”


  “Okay. Good.” I kissed him on the head. I turned off my light and we went to sleep.



Kasy looked like she was sleep walking this morning. She almost ran into a table. Her eyes were still shut as she walked over to me and gave me a awkward hug.


  How does she even know where I’m standing?


  “Kasey? You know you can go back to bed, right? Unless, you have plans...”


  I’m not trying to offend Kasey, but she rarely has any plans. She likes to stay in one place. And that’s in my house.


  She should get a job soon. But today isn’t the day.


  She didn’t say anything, and headed back to the bedroom.


  Poor Kasey.


  “Poor Kasey,” says Aiden. My thoughts exactly, Aiden. My thoughts exactly.


  “She looks really tired, huh?”


  “Yea.” Aiden agreed.


  “I wonder why.”


  “She must’ve didn’t get any sleep last night.”


  I nodded. “So, you want me to fix you some pancakes?”


  “Yes!” Aiden shouted. He sat at the dinner table with a huge grin plastered on his face.


  I chuckled. “Okay, kiddo. I will start.”


  Ring. Ring. Ring. 


  I groaned. I answered the phone. “Hello?”


  “Hi. It’s Lane.”


  “Hey, Lane.” I held the phone with my shoulder. I made sure it was pressed against my ear. 


  I was searching for the stuff to make pancakes with. I have a eager little boy in my house, ready for pancakes.


  “Can we hangout today?”


  “Um, I don’t know. Aiden’s parents are picking him up this afternoon. Um, and I work Mondays and Wednesdays. I also, babysit Aiden on Fridays. So, I guess since, today is Tuesday...”


  “Yes! So, that means you will?”


  I smiled. “Yea. Yea. Sure. Why not?”


  “Yes! I’ll see you at starbucks!”


  “You mean where you work at?”


  He chuckled. “I’m sorry, but, I’m working today.”


  “Do you have another job?”


  There was a long awkward pause on the other line. Finally he spoke, “er, I’ll see you then.”


  He hung up.


  “What time?” I asked, even though I knew he already hung up the phone. I sighed. “Okay, Aiden. It’s time for your food.”



After Aiden’s parents picked him up, I drove straight to starbucks.


  I ordered coffee and just waited for Lane to get off for work. I looked up a few times and he was staring at me. Of course.


  After he got off work, we walked for a few seconds. Lane sighed a few times.


  “Lane? What’s wrong?”


  “What makes you think anything is wrong?”


  I gave him a side-ways look.


  “Nothing is wrong.” He paused for a few seconds. “Angie?”




  “If you were poor and some people offered you a job for a million dollars, would you take it?”

  “Are you crazy? Of course!”


  “What if on this had to kill people?”


  I shook my head. “Then no. Why are you asking?”


  “What if you didn’t know you had to kill people until after you’re hired?”


  “Well, I would quit.”


  “What if you couldn’t quit? What if they threatened to kill you, if you did?”


  I stopped walking. I placed my hand on his arm to stop him. He paused and turned toward me.


  “What’s wrong Lane?”


  He shrugged. He looks tired, and frustrated. 




  He smiled at me. He placed his hand on my cheek. “You look so familiar, Angelina. Your name sounds familiar, your face looks familiar, your voice sounds familiar. I might be going crazy, but...I think I knew you before I saw you at Winn-Dixie.”


  “You think so?”


  He shook his head. “But I couldn’t of. Surely. Surely. I would remember you.”


  “Maybe...I look like someone you know.”


  He shook his head and pulled away from me. I finally realized something that I didn’t realize before. His eyes are blood-shot red and he looks like he hasn’t slept in days.


  “No. It’s you.” 


  “What do you mean?”


  “I just know it’s you. I keep getting these memories in my head that I don’t even remember happening... If that makes any sense.” 


  “I...I don’t know-”


  “Forget it.” He turned to walk away.



  “I’m going through so much right now, Angelina. Things that you wouldn’t even believe.” 


  “Make me believe.”


  He shook his head. “I want to tell you so bad. I want to tell you everything. But I can’t.”


  I grabbed his arm and made him face me. “You can tell me. I can handle it.”


  “No. You don’t understand. Every secret I tell you...will put you in more danger.” 


  I gave him my best confused look. 


  He took a strand of my hair in his hand. He did that for a few minutes. He just stared and played with my hair. He finally looked up at me. 


  Without another hesitation Lane leaned in and touched his lips to mine with want and need. 


  My lips moved in sync with his.


  He leaned back and closed his eyes. He looked like he was in so much pain...and I was the only one that could save him. “We did this before.”


  “We did. Remember you kissed me before.”


  He shook his head. “No. Before that. I kissed you before that. Angelina, I knew you before.”



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