Aaron's pov
When Zac came over, I turned on the news, which was talking about the fire at the grocery store.
"Hey, do you want some food?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't, as I didn't have any. "No thanks. I had spaghetti before I came." I sighed. We sat down on the couch and started to scroll through snapchat.
(Time skip)
"Hey, don't you think we should go to bed? It's 11:47."
"I guess so. I'm gonna go get ready," I heard Zac say. I look at him leave and think about the troubles he goes through. *sigh* I'll get ready, too, I guess. I think to myself. Once I finish getting ready, I go grab a small snack and head to bed.
I'm running, but from what? I look behind me. Zac is lying there.
"Zac!" I scream. He can't hear me. I can't go toward him. I can't stop running. What do I do?
I gasp and sit up. Why am I crying? Nightmare. I jolt to Zac's room. As the door cracks open, I see him sleeping peacefully. His alarm says 2:00 A.M. I decided to get some water.
(2:15 A.M.)
I finish up my water and hear some faint footsteps.
"Ah. You're up again, Aaron?"
"Yup."
"Nightmare?"
"Yeah. They're getting worse," I say.
"Were you crying?"
"Totally not."
He grabs my face and wipes a tear away. "What was this one about?"
"Nothing," I say, trying not to worry him. "Okay, just get some rest," he says and walks off to bed.
At least he cares...
A/N: Thank you for reading this. This is my first book, so I'm taking suggestions. Also, I am glad if you give me constructive criticism.
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The Fire
General FictionA man and his want to destroy, but he wants to protect the people. After all, it's not their fault that the government is a fraud...
