dream

dream: chapter 1

Dream
genre: a slice of life, romantic comedy

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nailea

"I really don't see how my struggle is entertainment." I stared at my brother blankly, mouth straight.  

"I-I- I can't breathe; there's no way you fumbled like that." He resumes laughing like there's no tomorrow at my now embarrassed exterior.

Let me recap. I decided to visit my family before heading back to campus. On my last day home, I went to the mall for retail therapy. After a successful shopping spree, I craved some ice cream. There was an outdoor truck selling frozen treats, and the guy taking orders was cute— tall, light-skinned, dark brown curls, some stubble, and a pretty smile. Of course, I swooned at him.

"So, when you were getting your order from him, you stopped and said..."

"I, uh, couldn't help but notice your smile. It's... pretty great." I recalled the memory, dropping my face into the palms of my hands.

He just stared at me, shaking his head in disappointment and sighing. "Wrap it up."

"Kids, we're home!" We looked at each other and then dashed up to help our parents with the groceries. In the process, the moron decided to give me a wet willy, making me swing at him. I wiped my ear in disgust, glaring at him. "What the heck, Jace?"

"Nailea, stop it." My mom looked at me with a look that I knew better than to defy.

"But what do did I do? I'm the victim here," I wiped my ear with my sleeve, sucking my teeth. "Why did you push it in so deep? That was so unnecessary." At this point, he was trying hard not to laugh again.

"That's what she said."

My dad stopped what he was doing to look back at Jace and then looked back at me to see if I had heard what he said.

"Now, that doesn't even make any sense." He is always saying something, like just shut up.

"Hey, less talking, more putting stuff away. It's getting late." My mom cut in, giving us a pointed look that meant, 'Get it done now.'

After we put the groceries away, we ate dinner together, which consisted of chicken alfredo, garlic bread, and a salad; needless to say, it was delicious. We all shared laughs and caught up on what was going on in each other's lives. But now, it was time to head back to campus, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

"Alright, I have to get going. It's a drive, and I don't want to be out any later than I need to," I said, standing up from the table and pushing my hair back. My mom looked up from her plate, a soft smile appearing.

"You just got here, Lele. It went by so quickly," She replied, a sense of disappointment in her tone. I've been at home for a few days since I needed a break from school.

"Yeah, yeah. Trust me, I don't wanna leave, but I gotta get back to the grind." I started to gather my things, shoving my phone into my pocket.

My dad, who sat beside my mom, stood up and walked over to me, pulling me into a bear hug. "Drive safe, okay? And call us when you get there."

"Okay, dad." I hugged him back tightly, savoring the moment. His hugs were so warm and comforting that they made me slightly emotional. My mom joined in, wrapping her arms around us both.

"Don't forget to eat properly, do your devotionals, and get enough sleep. And if you need anything, make sure to call." I smiled at her, feeling the love and concern in her voice. I'm so grateful for my parents, man.