Song recommendation - Jesus in LA
We were in the library, and there were no tables left. You let me sit with you. I hadn't picked my major yet, but we both loved reading and writing. We talked about it for hours.
"Your favorite author?" You had asked.
"All of them," I said jokingly.
"That's not an answer, idiot!" But you were laughing.
We showed each other our favorite places in the library. I showed you the last computer seat in the back, so I could play Minecraft or do work without the eyes of anyone else. Yours was better.
You brought me to the very back of the library, and into a corner I never knew existed. There were bean bag chairs, a green and blue one. You called it yellow. I played along. There was a stack of books you'd obviously been reading, hidden away between the chairs.
You had me sit down and we talked until the building closed. We walked around until the night sky turned light again. I learned so much about you.
You're colorblind. You can see blue vividly, and that's why you love it so much. You had a blue phone case with an error signal on it, which I laughed hard at. At first, my wheeze scared you. I'm sorry I scared you.
You're very feminine. You love wearing skirts, but you're scared that someone will ridicule you because of it. I thought you'd look beautiful, but I didn't say that.
You love ice cream, your favorite flavor is chocolate chip cookie dough. Mine is, too. I thought that was so cool. Like we were going to be best friends. I saw it as a sign.
You never got your license because of your colorblindness. You were afraid of hurting others. You didn't care about yourself.
We went to your dorm room. Your roommate was out. I walked in and knew immediately which side was yours. The blue sheets and comforter, the blue keyboard for the computer, the blue lights you'd strung up. You laughed nervously, kicking loose clothes under your bed. I remember your laugh. It was the most beautiful sound in the world.
I asked you to put on a skirt. You turned almost purple, and nodded, chuckling nervously. You opened your closet. A shadowed figure was standing there. You screamed, but he didn't go for you. He went for me. He pulled me away from you. You reached for me. I tried to hold on, I swear.
I yelled, I apologized, but he brought me closer and closer, his eyes glowing bright white like a car's headlights as he sucked me in—
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Dream woke up in a cold sweat. Why was he dreaming about the boy from the library. He looked to his right. He hadn't screamed, Sapnap was still asleep. Or, if he was awake, he didn't show it.
Just go back to sleep. But he couldn't. He didn't want to have another nightmare. He pulled his phone off the charger, adjusting his eyes to the bright glow. No, no more brightness. Please. He opened it and just... stared. Eventually, it turned off. He sighed and put it down, rolling over and staring at the wall. George. What a pretty name. He slowly fell back asleep.
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A/N
Sorry this was so short, I just wanted to get it over with. I'll play around with the pacing of these chapters, but I hope you enjoyed!
Also Jesus in LA is my favorite song atm
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