I am inside our house, I know it. Every piece of furniture is where it is supposed to be, but why does it seem a little cooler than what it should be? I walk down the stairs to find an intimate party with my family and some friends. The lighting looks like it’s from an old chandelier, yellowish and sad.

At the foot of the stairs, I saw my mom and I asked her where Ryan is. My mom pointed towards the sofa, and there he was, sleeping. I walked towards him and told him to sleep in one of the rooms upstairs.

Closely looking at him, he seems a lot taller, his hair is curly and his built is more solid. Just who is this guy? I kept on looking at him while we ascend upstairs. I peeped inside our room and found my sister already sleeping soundly. I told the guy to enter my parents’ bedroom and sleep there instead.

As he was about to sleep, and I, about to leave… he took my arm and pinned me down on the bed. My initial reaction was to struggle, jump and run for dear life.

But… when I looked up, it was Tom Welling of Smallville. What’s a girl to do? But wake up, because the alarm was ringing…

Crap!