Simon and Garfunkel Oneshotbook

Last night I had the strangest dream

AN: Paul Simon really had a lot of horrible nightmares, because of the house he was living in with his mom as a little child.
Paul's Pov.
I walked down a dark corridor. Dark shadows were hushing down the sides. White statures adorned the bare hallway. I was lost and wandert around in this giant house. I heard screaming and yelling. It was Art. He stood right at the end of the corridor. "Paul! Come here we need to talk.", he yelled. I came closer to him. I felt angry, but I didn't know why. As I arrived at the door there was Art who immediately said calmly as possible:"Why are you never happy? You are such a perfectionist! You don't even let me do anything!" "Because I write the songs and manage everything!" "Ah, but why are you acting so weirded lately?! Do you fancy me! You are gay?! I will never talk to you again. You are scaring me! You are such a fag! I will do this alone. That's what you are always doing, fag! Loner!" Art's voice were coming from everywhere. And than I turned into a shadow. Art wanted to ran away, but my hands grabbed him. I was stronger than him and pushed him on the floor. Art stared screaming, but I kicked him with my shoes. Again and again. He was bleeding. "Why are you so cute and perfect!", my voice was screaming without being able to control anything. I pulled my hands around his neck and strangled him. Art tried to fight back, but than he stopped moving. He was silent. The corpse of Art lied in front of me and my hands were full of blood. Than I got the control back and screamed and tried to wake Art, but he was gone. From the walls there still came the repetition of Art's word:"Fag! Perfectionist!" But also:"You can't control yourself!" I rushed and cried and screamed in pain.

All of the sudden I was somewhere else. I was in a dark hotel room. My firth though was:'Where is Artie? Was he alright?' I looked around. Art in the bed in front of Paul was in a deep happy sleep. As quiet as possible I grabbed my guitar and sneaked into the bathroom. A short glance at a clock told me that it was 2am. Great, I should have sleep for tomorrow. We were supposed to give a concert. I toke a deep breath. This was happening nearly everyday of my life. Nightmares! Nightmares! Nightmares! Everything was scary. Just darkness and music gave me comfort. Ever since I had to live in this horror house alone with my mom. It turned out that my brain made some kind of trauma and now I had no dream without a nightmare. Luckily I had my little brother Eddie. Eddie helped me  and always cheered me up. But now Eddie wasn't there anymore. Normally I  had a hotel room alone. Than I usually played guitar or cried till morning. When Art was in the room it was more difficult to hide it. Normally I just didn't sleep, but after two days I gave up with this. In addition due to the lack of sleep I had gotten more aggressive and we had a fight after the show. But the nightmare was right. I am a fag! I liked Art! I liked Artie so bad. He was just so beautiful. His cute blonde curly hair. His perfect body. His height. His sweet and lovely character. There I did it again. I languished over Art. Desperately I bury my head between my hands and started crying.

I didn't knew how long I had been crying, but all of the sudden I heard steps from the other room. F*ck Art was awake. Normally that never happened? Did he needed to go to the toilet or did he wanted to get a glass of water. "Paul?", Art's Angle voice asked from the other room. Shit, I looked horrible. In the last second I wiped the tears from my face. Art opened the door and switched on the lights. "Paul, what are you doing here?", he asked nervously. "I'm writing a now song." "Paul, it's 2am!" "Yeah, the best time to write." "You woke up in a total sweat!" "How did you know?" "Paul, you haven't slept in two days and now you are screaming, nearly falling out of bed and crying. What is wrong?" "Just a nightmare." "And that's why you go in the bathroom and write a song?" "Shut up! Our f*cking best song is written with that technique." "Paul you need sleep." "I need nothing! Leave me alone!" "Paul stop acting like a baby. You go to bed." "I had enough sleep!" "No." But before I could do something that tall idiot picked me up. Now I really felt like a baby, but being so close to Artie's chest and in his arms just kept me clam. "Hey. Put me back on the ground.", I giggled.Why did I giggled? This wasn't funny after all.

Art placed me in his bed and lay down next to me. He turned to me and supported his head with his left arm. "So tell me the truth." I know what Art was trying. We did that when we were kids. When we stayed overnight together and talked about childish secrets, like Art's crush on James Dean. Okay, it wasn't a crush. He just really liked James Dean as a role model. Anyways this wasn't childish. This was f*cking embarrassing. What should I say? 'Oh hey Art. I just have a trauma and always have nightmares. Oh yeah and I'm queer for you.' Art's blue eyes starred at me with such an expectation. "I...", I started nervously. "I had a nightmare." "I know. That was pretty obvious.", Art said with a mocking voice, but it still sounded soft and comforting. "Yeah but I have nightmares everyday." "Everyday?" "Yeah, I have a trauma since I'm two, because I lived alone with my mom in a house where my aunt died." Art nodded. Of course he understood that. He was Art. Art who always was sensitive. Than he did something what gave me a goose bumps. Art grabbed my hips and pulled me tight. So that I could breathe in his chest while Art kissed my hair. Normally I should like this. It was meant amicable, but not after that dream, not after I had a crush on him. "You died. I killed you.", I wispert in Art's chest. As Art didn't responded I added:"In my dream. I killed you with my words and than I couldn't control myself and killed you." Although I didn't wanted, I started crying and Art hold me even tighter. Than his soft voice said:"You won't get rite of me that easily." With every word I heard the vibration in his body. The calmly moving up and down of his body kept made me tiered, but I didn't wanted to fall asleep again. What if I could hurt him in my sleep? "Is that why you are acting so strange in the last month?",Art asked. "If I would tell you that, you would never talk to me again and would leave me forever. Maybe I could also land in prison for that." And I couldn't keep my mouth shut. "I would never leave you. Not even if you killed somebody. Okay, maybe I would have to. And maybe I would be angry, but I would still be your friend." Art giggled slightly. "Art, I didn't killed anybody." "Would have make me wonder. You are way too soft for killing." "Hey, I'm not that soft." "We could argue about that, cause for me you always will stay my little Paulie." "Shut up!", I said, but with a laugh in my voice. "Anyways what did you do?" "I...I like...you." "Of course you do. We are best friends." "No, more than a friend.", I said barely audible. Art was quite. The silence which dangled in the air was just so uncomfortable. I wanted to ran away and make all of this undone. Art pushed me away slightly, but just to look down in my eyes. Art slighted and started to sing. He sang '' He needed no words. I knew that this meant he felt the same, but was he honest. I'm mean he was Artie: always honest. "I love you too.", he whispered and hugged me again. Surprised I looked up to him. "Really, but I'm a man and that's illegal." "You are a baby bunny." "Oh, am I?", I laughed and snuggled up to him. "Yes you are. And if you need some comfort just rely on me." Than Art gave me a kiss on my front head and added:"Now get some sleep." "But what if I hurt you since I'm moving a lot in my sleep?" "No problem I will just hold you tighter." Than Artie started singing a lullaby and I wanted to listen to him for ages, but my eyes got heavier and than I drove back in the land of sleep.

I was in the corridor again as if I never left. But Art's corpse was gone. Instead this statues had surrounded him. Their face looked angry and frightened. Angry on him and frightened from him. I felt a fire inside of my sole. Something inside of me just wanted to destroy everything immediately. The darkness was breaking out of my heart. I screamed and yelled. Suddenly all of the statures were just brocken pieces. I killed again. But than a light came from behind me. It was Art. He came to hug me. "It's okay Paul. Don't cry. I am here and I love you. Forever." Suddenly I felt warm and secure. The dream changed and I was on a cloud, but I wasn't alone. Art was with me. The first time since Eddie wasn't there that I had a good night sleep.
Waking up was even better. At first I was ticke by Arthur's hair, but just looking at the still sleeping Art was the most beautiful thing in the world. "I love you.", I whispered. And finally my only bright dream came true, ad Artie mumbled:"I love you too. How did you sleep?" "Amazing." I kissed his forehead. "Would you mind doing that every night?" "Of course not. This was the best night since the last sleepover we had." "Artie that was as were fifteen. This is so many ages ago" "Yeah, and I still love you."