when dreams come true

chapter 9 || a sleepover

I SUCK OMG

on a side note, (sorry for repeating myself, but it's important)
if you've already read chapter 1, please read it once more. ive altered the dream a little, it wasn't fascinating enough

sorry.....

:(

dedicated to: @sarahcherian

[you're fab]

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The first thing I deciphered was the pounding in my head. It travelled all the way to a point in the side of my skull, and was throbbing horribly. A blinding fluroscent light shone against my closed eyelids, making me squint in an attempt to block it. Slowly, I lifted my eyelids enough to look at the ceiling.

It was a dark grey ceiling. My room did not have a dark grey ceiling.

My eyes flew open and I frantically looked around. I had seriously no idea where I was. There were clothes in monochrome shades strewn across the floor, no colour in the room whatsoever. Other than a few ripped posters of rock bands, the walls were bare and drab. A black-painted wooden cupboard stood next to a small chest of drawers, which had miscellaneous things scattered on it. A small desk had a laptop on it along with a few papers and books, and was tucked in another corner of the room. The deodorants, shaving products, and worn out sneakers thrown about, hinted that this was probably a boy's room. It wasn't as messy as my own brother's used to be, but it wasn't sparkling either.

I glanced at the duvet of the single bed I was in. It, too, was a grey with fraying threads with a white bedsheet beneath it.

This person obviously did not like colour.

Wait, who was this person?

The memory hit me like an oncoming train. I was at the party, then I danced and ogled Calvin, then he got upset and walked away, and then the drink... oh God. The bathroom.

Brian.

A lump lodged itself into my throat as anxiety clawed inside my chest. Wait, was I in his bed? Where was I? I couldn't clearly remember what had happened, and right now the terrible headache was blocking every detail and thought.

I had to get out of here.

I removed the blanket from over me and sat up in bed. It was then that I noticed what I was wearing.

My party dress had been replaced by a long graphic T-shirt that reached mid-thigh. The tights I'd been wearing under the dress were the only pants I had on. My cheeks flamed. Who had changed my clothes?

I noticed my dress hanging on the dress chair, folded, and the rips were noticeable.

Fuck you, Brian. I actually loved that dress.

My heels were placed by the bed and my purse was on the bedside table. I quickly grabbed it and just then, the door cracked open.

A beam of glowing white light flooded through the opening, onto the carpet. I could hear the faint noises from a television downstairs. A head of ink-black hair appeared through the crack, the locks poking in all directions, followed by the body. My breath hitched.

Calvin.

"Oh hey, you're awake," he said, fully entering the room and closing the door behind him. I stared at him with wide saucer-sized eyes.

I was in Calvin's room? Oh my God. That means I'm in his bed. And.. we were at a party, but how.... Oh my God.

He stood in front of the bed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. He offered me a small smile and a raised eyebrow while I kept staring at him in horror.