His Stars Dreams

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Very first chapter yay!! But yall this is a very short chapter and I'm sorry but you've been introduced to some of the main characters so yay!

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Somebody may beat me, but they are going to have to bleed to do it. —Steve Prefontaine

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The only time my mind is purely calm is in my dreams.  While my nights are sleepless and light, I always dream.  Dreams are what make me remember who I am and who I was meant to be because sometimes life tries to make you forget.  But, these aren't just average dreams.  They're my dreams.

Him.  He is always there.  Infiltrating my mind.  Opening up every part of me.  Every secret, every smile, every thought, every nightmare that has ever filled my head, he has seen it.  He comes in and pulls it apart piece by piece leaving me vulnerable and open.  My brokenness there but pieced back together and held by one thing that he will never take away.  His love.

And his eyes.  The blue and grey in perfect harmony with each other.  His eyes tell the story of his emotions like an open book if you know where to look.  The fears, the questions, the excitement, everything open for me to read.  For me to break down and understand.  So piercing to anyone's eyes who venture to look into his.  Yet, they are mine to read, mine to know.

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As the words of the book dwindled like the timer of a ticking time bomb I knew my escape would soon be gone.  My only escape from the haunted world I live in.  

Words have become something that consumes me and brings out the happiness and childlike bliss I had once a long time ago.  The words bring out my pure and complete inner joy that diminished as I grew.

Turning to the last page of the book, tears running down my face I feel empty.  I know that these captivating words will be no more and I'll be plunged back into the real world of stress, anxiety, abuse, and anger.

I close the book and lean my head back on my vintage green chair.  Breathing through my nose closing my eyes as I let the real world fill my bones and the ecstasy leave my heart.

This moment is broken when I hear my door being slammed open by my dear friend, Cameron Everett Jones.

His amber eyes sparkle in amusement and his childish grin takes up his face.  He comes over and pushes me over as to sit on the chair with me,

I glare at him, "Get your butt out of my chair!" His tall self is way to big for both of us to be in my chair.

He smirks and pats my head, "Excuse me dear sister but you may be the one taking up all the room on this poor chair."

I roll my eyes.  He of course pulls the sister card on me and I can't say no to him.  He is one of the few people I actually trust and is like my big brother.

I stand up from the chair as he moves to the ground, then as routine, sit on the ground next to him laying my head on his shoulder.

"I finished the book and I feel real again," I state looking straight ahead even though I can feel him looking at me.

"Little Sorellina, (this is Italian for sister correct me if I'm wrong), please do tell me about this book."

I went into a rant about the book that I finally bought.  He listened to every word taking in what I was saying with attentiveness and kindness.

It reminds me of when we first met.  

Second grade came and at that time, I wasn't as shy.  And being put into our new seating arrangement, I was placed my the new kid.

Cameron Jones.  The curly black hair and mischief filled eyes boy who moved here from a little village in the United Kingdom.

We looked at each other at first them broke into a conversation about dogs.  And have been friends ever since.  I tell him everything as he does to me.

I love him so very much.  Platonically I mean, he is like my older brother.

When I finish my long winded rant I'm not standing and pacing my room trying to think of what I read.  The words that filled my head that I'm not quite ready to let slip.

He nods his head in understanding of my loss before shrugging, "Interesting choice of the author," He paused then pouted at me, "Now, can we please go play Call of Duty!?!"

I snort then pat his head helping him up.  One thing about having a boy best friend since second grade, I had to learn to play video games with him through all the stages.  Heck, I was  master at Fortnite and don't even try me on Mario Kart I will kick your butt to the other end of the world.

His boyish smile is on his face as he pulls me out of my room, down the steps, and into the living room.  He pulls his chair up and I sit on the ground as close to the TV as I need due to my lack of eyesight.  I swear my contacts and glasses do nothing sometimes I still can't see anything.

He laughs at me as I weigh the controllers in each hand.  Are they the same weight? Probably.  Either way, I still weigh them every time to try to find the heaviest, yes. Yes I do.

I hand him the 'light' one as he signs in and we sign our lives away to the brutal murder and yelling of CoD.

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Hours have passed and our game playing has turned to us resorting to my bedroom to watch a movie on my IPad and let sleep overtake us.  Him and my other friend are some of the few people I allow  to spend the night.

He falls into sleep with his mouth slightly open but no noise escaping as an old Barbie movie plays.  I chuckle before shutting off my iPad and snuggling into my pillow and falling into a restless sleep.

My insomnia is never helpful and causes it to take a while for me to sleep.  

But, with a Cameron here I am able to snuggle into him slightly and after a while let sleep take over my senses.

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