Ghost
Not A Dream
"Here's a room for you, Jase." Brian said, opening a random door.
"Thanks, Dude. I'm fucking tired." Jase sighed, staring longingly at the bed.
"I think I'm gonna crash here, too." Zacky said, making me look at him. Johnny and Arin had left shortly after we laid Nix down, but Zacky had stayed.
"Zacky," Brian said, opening up another door.
"Nite." Zacky smiled at me before disappearing in the room.
"Angel, you can have my room if you want. That's all the guest rooms. I'll take the couch." Brian offered.
"No, I can take the couch. It's cool." I insisted.
"I insist." He smiled, leading me down the hallway. He opened up the door, and motioned for me to go in. I gave him a look.
"Now." He laughed, lightly pushing me. I rolled my eyes but went inside.
"There's some basketball shorts in the second drawer down." Brian pointed out before closing the door. I stole a pair of his shorts, and found a t-shirt before falling asleep.
I opened my eyes. I was in Brian's room, but I wasn't alone. I set up slowly, trying not to make a sound.
"Angel."
"Yeah?" I whispered, trying to figure out who it was. Fear coursed through my veins. He stepped out, and into the moonlight that seeped in through the window. He was beautiful. His dark hair fell to his shoulders. His black eyes were beautiful in a strange, mysterious way.
"You. I had a dream about you." I asked, my fear evaporating for some unknown reason.
"This isn't a dream." He stated, walking towards me. He was skinny. His jeans were tight, as was his shirt.
"Then what is it?" I asked, standing up so that I was right in front of him.
"I guess it is a dream. But this won't happen in real life in the future, because it's happening now." He smiled lightly.
"And I'm here, talking to you. I can't do that in person."
"Why not?" I asked, breathing in deeply, trying to make some sense of what he'd said. He smelled amazing.
"It's a long story." He smirked slightly.
"You were in my dream the other night. I was scared of you." I said.
"I'm never going to hurt you, Angel. I promise." He said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest. He had one hand around my arm, grasping it rather tightly, but I felt to content to say anything.
"I believe you." I whispered.
"I have to go now." He said softly, vanishing before I could even protest.
"Thanks, Dude. I'm fucking tired." Jase sighed, staring longingly at the bed.
"I think I'm gonna crash here, too." Zacky said, making me look at him. Johnny and Arin had left shortly after we laid Nix down, but Zacky had stayed.
"Zacky," Brian said, opening up another door.
"Nite." Zacky smiled at me before disappearing in the room.
"Angel, you can have my room if you want. That's all the guest rooms. I'll take the couch." Brian offered.
"No, I can take the couch. It's cool." I insisted.
"I insist." He smiled, leading me down the hallway. He opened up the door, and motioned for me to go in. I gave him a look.
"Now." He laughed, lightly pushing me. I rolled my eyes but went inside.
"There's some basketball shorts in the second drawer down." Brian pointed out before closing the door. I stole a pair of his shorts, and found a t-shirt before falling asleep.
I opened my eyes. I was in Brian's room, but I wasn't alone. I set up slowly, trying not to make a sound.
"Angel."
"Yeah?" I whispered, trying to figure out who it was. Fear coursed through my veins. He stepped out, and into the moonlight that seeped in through the window. He was beautiful. His dark hair fell to his shoulders. His black eyes were beautiful in a strange, mysterious way.
"You. I had a dream about you." I asked, my fear evaporating for some unknown reason.
"This isn't a dream." He stated, walking towards me. He was skinny. His jeans were tight, as was his shirt.
"Then what is it?" I asked, standing up so that I was right in front of him.
"I guess it is a dream. But this won't happen in real life in the future, because it's happening now." He smiled lightly.
"And I'm here, talking to you. I can't do that in person."
"Why not?" I asked, breathing in deeply, trying to make some sense of what he'd said. He smelled amazing.
"It's a long story." He smirked slightly.
"You were in my dream the other night. I was scared of you." I said.
"I'm never going to hurt you, Angel. I promise." He said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest. He had one hand around my arm, grasping it rather tightly, but I felt to content to say anything.
"I believe you." I whispered.
"I have to go now." He said softly, vanishing before I could even protest.
Aww. It's ok. I understand.
4/11/13