The Weight of my Dreams

Chapter 6: Dazed and Confused

I woke up the next morning feeling bliss come over me as I got out of bed. This morning was like any other; I got my coffee and got ready for my shift. I left my apartment and listened to music as I walked. Vee had the day off, which was good because she works too much to distract from her overbearing mother. In my opinion, she just needs to keep her thoughts to herself. But I try not to say that to Vee because I know it stresses her out. After a couple of blocks, my phone chimed, and as I looked down, I felt a chill run through my body. Just like that, I felt like a child again, scared and confused. I quickly swiped away the message and continued to work, walking with a sense of urgency, not wanting to think of what the message held.

Venus' POV:

I woke up feeling an odd sense of euphoria that I hadn't felt since I was 13 when I got my first camera. It was a gift from my dad, one of the last I had gotten from him before he left. Otherwise, my best friend, Y/N. She was the best gift I had ever gotten. Honestly, if it weren't her, I'd probably still be that kid everyone thought was too odd or the girl whose mother forced her to do dance recitals. Technically if you think about it, I still am. She just helps me embrace my weirdness. I remember the first time I met y/n, I believe it was middle school. We both sat at the same table for lunch, and she offered me half of her s'mores pop tart (who was I kidding, I'm certainly not going to be the fool who turns down free snacks). From then on, we've been best friends. She's not exactly my mother's favorite person because, to my mother, a little girl shouldn't have colors in her hair that god didn't put there himself or wear band tee-shirts that were meant for little boys. She had to have a picture-perfect family, so when my dad left us, she made sure he was as good as dead because having your husband leave you in the middle of the night was more than an embarrassment to her. So from then on, she made sure my sister and I were top tier. If she found out that I was in college for photography, she would be more than displeased, and she would be even more dissatisfied in finding out that I'm thinking of dropping out. Honestly, I don't think she would care because all she thinks about is her meetings or her appearances, so if my mother could see me now, I would have to bet I'd be like my father, another disappointment in her eyes. Enough of the mommy issues I clearly have, and back to this morning to this odd euphoric feeling. I think it has something to do with this guy I met at the movies the other night with y/n. He was there with his twin brother, but he was the cutest out of the two, in my opinion. We talked for a while. It was probably one of the most interesting conversations I'd have in some time. I took him home since his brother took y/n back to her apartment, which is when he gave me his number, so now we've been messaging a lot. And if I say so myself, he is the most intriguing person I've met in a while. He has this beautiful long brown hair, these soul-piercing brown eyes, and a smile that could brighten up the darkest of days and has the softest skin except his hands. From my understanding he's in a band with his two brothers and one of their best friends from their hometown, he's the guitarist of the group while his younger brother plays bass and his other is lead singer while their childhood friend is drums, the boy, however, his name is Jake, but in my phone, he's labeled as 'Mr. yummy' but I'll change that later, of course before he or y/n even sees it. *ding* *text message from Mr. yummy* speaking of the devil there he is now

*jake: hey, I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime *

*me: absolutely what do you have in mind*

*jake: I was thinking of making it a surprise just make sure you wear something you don't mind getting messy *

*me: are you trying to seduce me, kind sir, *

*jake: me no ofc not unless it's working *

*me: maybe just maybe a little so what time *

*jake: I was thinking 5ish, and we can meet at the record shop, yeah*

*me: Okie, see you then *

HE ASKED ME OUT! ME? OF ALL PEOPLE, WHAT WOULD I EVEN WEAR? Wait, did he say something messy? I run over to the closet, practically tripping over my own feet, and grab my destroyed light blue overalls with my white Motley Crue top underneath, along with my mismatched socks and classic black Converse. I walk into the bathroom while asking Alexa to play Come Together by the Beatles. At the same time, I throw my freshly dyed purple-colored hair into a messy bun.

Then I quickly grab my keys and run out the door skipping down the street since I have the time, of course, just to make it to the store just a little before five. As I get closer, I see that Jake is even earlier than I am.

"Hey stranger, ready to go?" he says as he sees me walking up. I shake my head, yes, and we hop in his car "so where exactly are we going?" I ask. He just smiles "you're not going to tell me, are you," I say, "that's the correct little lady, "he says back. After about a 30 minute drive with small conversation, we finally stopped. To my surprise, it's the park, so I'm slightly confused, but as I turn back around to him, he's grabbing a few things out of his car's trunk and looking at me "ready? I thought we could do a little painting at the park. I remembered you said you'd hadn't been here for some time, so I figured we could do some painting here ?" I just stared at him in complete awe. He was actually listening to me, and I hadn't had that before. I always went for the jerks, so this is slightly new for me. We start walking to find a spot to which we finally pick a spot by the pond that has a few shady trees, he lays down the blanket which I noticed has a guitar on it "sorry it's all I had " he says blushing looking down at the blanket he clearly grabbed off his bed, "it's okay I like it " I say. We start painting and I soon look over at jake who wasn't the worst painter in the world but poor boy had paint everywhere in his hair even on his face, you could tell he was very much into what he was painting so he hadn't noticed the paint on his face so I reached over and wiped his face off ever so carefully with the little wet towel I kept in my bag , he stopped what he was doing at some point because when I looked back up he was staring at me with awe with a hint of amazement in his beautiful brown eyes, I quickly took my hand away but before I could he grabbed my hand and held it in his for a moment while I looked away mentally screaming *I knew these towels would come in handy* soon I gather the nerves to look back towards him , I smiled as he was still looking at me with the same look as before he slowly leaned in but just before he asked " is it okay if I kiss you because I'd really like too" i said to myself mentally screaming* yes yes of course yes I've only been dreaming of this since I've met you* , I zone back in shaking my head yes so he kissed me it wasn't anything rough it was just light enough to make me miss him when he pulled away, I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing for a second as we pulled away I just smiled with a noticeable blush across my face which seems I wasn't the only one blushing . A few hours later, we pack everything back up, and he takes me home. " Thank you for tonight I really enjoyed myself, "I said "no, it was my pleasure. I hope you'll let me take you out again soon," he said. "I'd really like that," I said as I got out of the car. He soon waved bye as he drove off, leaving me with butterflies leftover from the kiss or maybe even the whole night. I walked up to my door, unlocking it, walking in, and throwing my keys and bag to the floor, not even caring where they landed. I walked over to the bed. After hitting play, I laid my phone down, so I was listening to Hard to Explain by The Strokes as I undressed. I put my oversized hooters tee and baggy Scooby pants on, and then I finally laid on my bed, drifting off thinking of the night I had just spent with the sweetest boy.