Secrets [Trans Jake AU, Juke Fanfic]

~ Chapter 10: Luke's Dream ~

**WARNING!! This chapter contains serious homophobia. If you are uncomfortable with this topic, it is advised that you skip the second half of the story. There will be a summary at the end of the chapter for those who skipped.**

Thursday, After School

The young boy stumbled into his room, his mind racing. He shut his door gently and quietly, careful not to wake anyone up, then threw himself onto his bed back first as he laid there with open arms for a moment. He thought about the time he spent with Jake, and how much more he had learned about him. He thought about how brave the younger boy had to have been to open up, and began admiring it. He thought about the sparkle of fear that shone in Jake's eyes the whole time. 

Then he remembered the smile Jake wore afterward. After he finished explaining. The happiness he showed when Luke said he accepted him. The butterflies that took over Luke's stomach. The tension between them being cut. Luke remembered every moment. Luke also remembered the itching feeling for him to tell the other how he felt. The want to let his feelings spill out. To close the gap that was between them. But he didn't. He couldn't. Then wasn't the right time. But, if that wasn't the right time... When will the right time be? 

Luke rubbed his face. His thoughts were getting negative, so he pushed himself off his bed to distract himself -- to change the subject. But he didn't want to stop thinking of the blonde boy, so his lemon eyes landed on his messy desk. On the wooden desk lay two partially blank pieces of paper. His eyes sparkled as he quickly found himself in the chair in front of the desk. The teen gripped his pen and stared at the paper. He quickly jotted down his thoughts of the evening on one of the papers. After that, he boiled them all down to a handful of lines for his poem. He continued to do this, going back and forth from each of the papers, until midnight struck on his clock. 

Luke's eyelids began to grow as heavy as bricks as the world around him began to twist and turn to a blurry mess of obscure shapes and colors. He averted his eyes to the square paper in front of him; messy lines of words scribbled a little over half of the page. The letters soon looked like plain lines to the boy's tired mind. And before he knew it, everything went pitch black. 

His eyes soon fluttered open; a beautiful flower field being realized by his lemon eyes. The cool breeze tugged gently at Luke's chestnut hair as the warm rays of sunlight shone on his maroon cardigan. The tall boy looked around at his surroundings. The flowers seemed to carry on and on for miles, a wide variety of colors spreading across his vision.

The boy's light eyes landed on a dandelion being whisked around in the wind. He bent over and plucked the small flower, admiring its beauty. He stared for a long moment before the flower began to change and reform. The yellow slowly turned white, but to no surprise, it opened again. Gone is the yellow flower, replaced by the iconic white seed parachutes used for making sweet wishes in the spring breeze.

A smile tugged at the boy's lips. At that moment, he shut his eyes -- like stealing the sunlight away from a summer day. He shut them tight. He silently spoke in his head a wish from deep within his heart. A wish that had been boiling in his mind for weeks. Luke finally opened his eyes and blew a soft gust of air in the direction of the dandelion, watching as the parachutes quickly took flight in the breezy air. He watched the specks of white dance around in the bright blue sky above -- as though they were alive. The seeds soon fluttered around the teen, creating a circle around his waist, and then quickly flying away behind him; Dragging his eyes to the direction in which they flew.

Standing there was a familiar figure, smiling at the taller boy. "Hey, Luke!" A gentle voice called out. It was then that Luke realized his wish had come true. A gentle blush crept onto his cheeks when he heard the other say his name. "Hey," He muttered out, rubbing the back of his neck. The shorter boy stepped closer to the other. "What's wrong...?" He asked, taking Luke's hand in his and rubbing his palm with his thumb. Luke blushed immensely at the other's action. "Wh-What-?" The chestnut boy asked, trying to focus on the question.