In Your Dreams

Field of Blue Daisies

Adrian....

I'm laying on the bed with my headphones in listening to the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, when I hear a light tap on the door. It's dark outside my windows, and my mother's thoughts coming from the other side of the door reveal that dinner is ready.

I pull the headphones out of my ears and cross my room to the door.

"I'm starving!" I say and walk right past my mother. She starts to say something, but just decides to follow me instead.

I make it a point to touch my parents as little and as briefly as possible. I always wear long sleeves around them and get out of their hugs in at least two seconds.

They both think I'm depressed, but I'm just trying to figure all of this out.

I grab my already made plate of fried pork chops, mash potatoes, and peas off the counter and turn back towards my room.

God damn it Adrian. Do something. Go out! Anything!

My mom's thoughts come to me.

"I'm going to Chris's Friday. We are going to a concert." My mom and my dad's faces are astonished. My dad looks somewhat pleased.

"Um..okay. Have fun!" My dad says.

Seriously David? We're not even going to ask him where...

"It's in Indianapolis. We'll leave right after school on Friday. I'll call you when we get there. I'll send pictures, so you know I'm not dead in a ditch. It's Imagine Dragons. We'll hit a couple food trucks. I have some cash saved up. I love you guys. If I don't tell you later, dinner was good. Goodnight."

I almost laugh at their facial expressions. I just answered every question they were about to ask, and they would have kept me out here at least thirty minutes.

"Alright." My mom gapes at me.

What the fuck?
Little smart ass...

My dad is stuffing his face and my mom just stares at my back as I walk down the hallway.

I close and lock the door, then return to my spot on the bed. My thoughts roam to Rhona as I eat. I haven't even officially met her, but yet I'm totally fixated on her.

Her wrist is hurt, because I hit her with the door. If only I could just....

No. I need to stay out of her head as much as I can.....but...

No. Don't do it Adrian... Keep out of her mind...

I look down at my empty plate and decide something. She doesn't have to know. After all...she would think it was just a dream...

Rhona...

I laid down at about 11:30, after my mom had told me to stop playing the violin. It hurt to play now that I had hurt my bow hand. Every bow stroke sent a sharp pain through my arm. It can't possibly be broken. All I did was land on it.

I took some ibuprofen, but it only dulled the pain slightly.

I wish I knew what that guy's name was. I realize that I don't know him, but lately he just keeps popping into my head. I'll be sitting in orchestra, and I'll think about his eyes or his smile. And some of the songs I play by Beethoven or Mozart just make me think romantically. But, somehow, I think that he makes my lagato smoother and my hand more relaxed for vibrato.

I know I wont be able to stay awake much longer.

Hell, I didn't even have enough energy to read my texts. My phone kept lighting up on the table beside my bed. Every time it did, my eyes would open just a little bit, only to close again immediately.