Talking With Destiny

Part Four: James's Life

I woke up next to James's sleeping body and I knew he was still singing to me at my house.
He looked peaceful so I almost didn't want to wake him up. But I kissed his cheek and looked around his house. He didn't have a room but it didn't matter. Any time with him was perfect. They had put all their old stuff in to this new house when his parents divorced and separated to smaller houses.
"Hey James." I said.
"Hey." He was groggy but he still looked perfect. I don't know if I like him or if he just is my best friend. Plus I don't really know if he is real.
Every time we try to tell each other where we live, the other disappears. It's I guess against some kinda rule. When we try to remember features of eachother house, our minds go blank.
It's difficult living this way. Feeling like everything's real but everyone thinks it is fake.
He sat up in his bed and hugged me.
"I'm sorry for what happened."
"It's okay." I said. For some odd reason I felt an urge to kiss him.
He placed his hand on my cheek and said that it was starting to bruise.
I shrugged still mesmerized by his eyes.
"Well," he turned sitting toward me. "What do you want to do while we wait for the time for me to get ready for school comes?"
I know what I felt like doing. I felt like climbing on top of him and kissing him. I felt like trailing them all over his body.
Why do I feel this way? Why? When I first had my eyes on him, it was in his world. And I thought he was the most handsome guy I'd ever seen. I never knew he could see me. I watched him and just wondered who he was. He was abnormally tall and I was abnormally small. His laugh made his Adam's apple move and it drew me in. His voice was perfect. Everything was too perfect.
Then when we were alone he pulled me to the side and asked who I was. We got off on a good foot. Laughing and making faces. It was amazing.
The problem? No one saw me except him.
The next day he appeared into my world. We started talking and we were almost the same person it seemed. He was the perfect other half. He helped me in everything. He made the pain go away. I never had to cut anymore. I never had to think of suicide. He was my hero. He was my dream guy. Still is. Literally. Haha.
But since I felt as if he didn't like me back I played it off. And I have not brought it up. After all it's only been about a week. I can't possibly tell him yet.
"Umm, i dont know what ever you feel like James."
He slung his arm around me after moving his position once again.
He blew in my ear. He knows that tickles and bothers me. I blow at him back but it doesn't bother him.
"James!" I laugh trying to block him from blowing into my ear. But I know what does bother him. I tickled his sides and he went wild.
By the end we were breathless because of tickling each other.
All the sudden my vision got blurry. I tried rubbing my eyes but it didn't help that much.
"My vision is going away." I said.
James thought for a second. "It must be the effects of the medicine."
My medicine was for my sleep. It was to help me stay asleep and down the chemicals for dream making. Also balance chemicals for seeing things.
"Touch me, do something James! I can't leave." I said. James put both hands on my shoulders and I could see just a little bit better. Making the physical connection fueled the dream chemicals.
I hugged him and I could see progressively better but as I was getting better I was also getting worse.
"James what do we do?" I asked him.
"We enjoy it for what it is." He whispered. "We will find a way. We will Dakota." He stopped for a moment again. "I need you. I can't lose you."
I was speechless. I imagined what he looked like at this moment. His eyes dreary and his hair messed up, but still one of a kind perfect.
He slowly put his hands on my neck. In the seconds that I closed my eyes and felt his finger pads touch my skin, I was renewed. The world around me faded dim and everything was non existent. His lips gently, at first, brushed the edges of mine and I was in a state of ecstasy. Then after a moment of innocent kisses, he came in a little rougher. We were both breathing heavy and in heat between each other. But just as I thought it was getting better and the medicine wasn't affecting me, I woke up. In my bed.
I looked around me and the room was still dark. I only had spent a hour with him. He had about an hour before his school to start. School starts at 7:30.
He goes to bed at 7 o'clock at night in his world, and wakes up in his own world at 6:30 in the morning. I go to bed on average at 7 o'clock and wake up at 6:30 as well. This means that when he falls asleep at 7, I am just getting up for school when he gets to my world. When I go to bed at 7, I wake up in his world just 30 minuets after he wakes up. Then we go all day in his world to about 6:30 at night then I have to wake up for my world and he goes to bed 30 min after I leave. It's pretty cool how it works. We usually are always with each other.
But it's only 6:30 at night at my house and I still have about 12 hours of sleep, alone, not in James's world, until he falls asleep at 7, when I'm going to school.
I sat up and ran my hands down my neck where James's hand was.
I wish I was with him still.