Screw Love

Chapter Ten: Thanksgiving

NICOLE

That little....dream that I had was the most intense and one of the most vivid. I felt everything, heard everything, saw everything. It was all so clear until the very end and to be honest, I was frustrated. But after I looked back on it, it was obvious. The whole experience was too perfect, too angelic. The timing was right, the TV was on, my mom was sleep, we were quiet, the door was closed.

Then, after looking at my phone, my face turned into a Cheshire Cat. I felt a tad bit warm on my cheeks, which let me know that I was blushing. I actually thought it was real while I was in it and that made it more enjoyable. For a second, I wondered what made me have such an erotic fantasy in the first place but then I figured that talking to Blake before passing out is what caused it.

"Nicole?" My mom called out from outisde my door.

"Yeah?" I croaked out, tired as hell.

"Guess who's here!"

Knowing that meant 'come out here for your surprise', I staggered my way out of bed and outside of my room. I rubbed my eyes to let them fully adjust without my glasses on. The TV was still on and was loud enough to hear from upstairs. However, what I noticed was that Moulin Rouge (which was one of my favorite movies in the entire world) was on and the song Roxanne was playing. That same song was playing in my dream and I knew that because I could hear it in the background. Funny, huh?

Right beside the couch, I saw large, pink suitcase with black polka dots. Then, I knew who Mom was talking about.

I rushed downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Hi, Grandma!" I practically screamed aloud. She gave me a hug that was tighter than I thought she was capable of doing.

"Hi, honey!" She said.

Her hair was cut short and brushed down unlike her usual bun and that really made her look old. She was a blondie so there wasn't that much grayness in her hair even though she was 66 years old.

"You just got here?" I asked.

"Your mother picked me up from the airport forty-five minutes ago. I wanted to let you sleep for awhile."

"Mom, she gets enough sleep already. She'll survive," Mom commented shrewdly. I rolled my eyes by the way she said it but I decided not to let it get to me.

"Was the flight alright?"

"Ehh, I was sleepin' most of the time," she snorted, chuckling. She sat down in a chair at the table in the dining room. I followed right after her.

"You had a bad dream?" She asked suddenly. I almost felt myself jump at the question.

"No," I told, "it was intense but not bad."

She nodded in understanding.

"So, how's school?"

"It's school. Just old school."

"Got any new friends?"

"Yeah, some in each of my classes but the two I hang out with are called Blake and Lee."

Her eyebrows raised and she smirked. "Both boys?"

"No, Lee's a girl," I informed her. "Blake's coming tomorrow for dinner and Lee is, uh, spending Thanksgiving with her mom and some other family."

"Oh, okay."

"You'll like him," my mother intervened.

"Oh, will I?"