"Hey Luke," Peyton whispered as she came up behind me. We were on a beach. The sun was setting, and it illuminated her perfectly. Her hazel eyes glowed in the light of dusk.
"Hello," I replied timidly, ducking my head as she came closer. I was waiting for her in the ocean.
"What's wrong?" she asked, looking me in the eye.
"I—I don't really want to talk about it," I stuttered.
"Your parents?" I nodded shamefully. "Your parents are the ones making you do this aren't they?"
"No, no, of course not darling. You are the most beautiful creature I've seen in my life. I will love you to the end of my days."
"Is that so?" she questioned. "What about Marcus?"
"Who's Marcus?"
"Does it matter? If you say you want me, then it doesn't matter at all."
"I want you and only you." By now she was standing less than two inches away. I leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her lips, and grabbing her waist. She returned the gesture, and soon we were making out in the middle of the ocean. Not a soul was out here besides us.
"I love you," I whispered in her ear.
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I awoke in a cold sweat. None of that happened. Not one bit of it. We were in the middle of the woods, not at the beach, and Marcus was in a hammock next to where I was on the ground. Aaliyah was a few feet away, and Peyton was just beyond her. Eli was barely awake, sitting by a tree and trying to keep watch.
I was so deeply ashamed by what I'd dreamed. I must have fallen asleep thinking of her. I shook it off, trying to forget it, but it wasn't working. I didn't truly feel like that, did I? My heart dropped when I realized I did, to some extent. I debated whether I should wake Marcus up. I had to tell him at some point. I was sure he'd understand. He'd always understood me better than anyone.
And then I'd force myself to get over it. I was kidding myself. She was with Eli, first of all. Second of all, I loved Marcus, not her. There was a huge difference between how I felt about the two of them. None of this would matter in a week. I'd force myself to get over it, whether I wanted to or not. I was going to end this. Marcus didn't deserve it. I was within an arm's length of him, so I rocked his hammock back and forth to wake him up. He didn't stir. I rolled my eyes and shook it, trying to be as quiet as possible.
"Dude, what the heck?" he said quietly, rolling to his side. His voice was slurred with sleep.
"Marcus, I gotta talk to you," I said.
"Now? Luke you're an insanely early riser. It must be like 4 AM or something."
"Shut up Marcus. I sleep later than you on a normal basis."
"I'd like to see that happen," he teased, finally sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Now what is so important that you had to interrupt my wonderfully fantastical dream?"
"You're half awake and you're already using big words that soar over my head. Speak in plain English," I joked.
"I was dreaming that I had telekinetic powers. Please get to the point of why you had to wake me up," he requested quietly.
"I'm going to pretend I can understand your smartass—"
"Luke, why are you cussing? From what I can tell, both of us are only half-awake."
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Runaways- Runaways 1
Teen Fiction"Hey, who are you?" I could tell he wasn't trying to scare him off while still trying to establish the fact that we could hurt him if we wanted to. "I was gonna ask you the same question," he replied. "But since to beat me to it, I'm Eli. I'm just a...
