The Bang To My Sex (A Dan Avidan Fanfiction)

Making Dreams A Reality

***Author's Note***

Sorry for the late upload, almost two months, ahhh. There's been a lot of health issues going on at my house, as well as hectic holidays with the in-laws out of state. I'm back now though. Thank you for your patience, and continued support!!!! <3

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Brian eventually went back to his respective room, saying a quick goodbye, and mumbling something about taking a nap.

I looked at the time, and realized it was getting late. My eyes immediately started to get heavy, but I fought through the sleep trying to creep in.

"I've gotta brush my teeth, I hate falling asleep beforehand. You're going on another adventure."

"Weeee." He half-heartedly exclaimed as I picked the phone up and walked to the bathroom. I sat the phone face up, because something about him watching me shove a toothbrush in and out of my mouth made me uncomfortable. "What a lovely ceiling."

I laughed, starting to brush my teeth.

"You brush so aggressively, Jesus Christ. It's like your teeth owe you money or something, my God."

I laughed, choking on toothpaste foam. I coughed a few times, not able to stop laughing.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

Managing to choke out a strained response, I spit the remaining toothpaste out, catching my breath. Starting to laugh again, I went back into my room, flopping on the bed.

"I did not know that was going to happen, it wasn't even that funny."

"It's okay. It really was, because as much work as I've had done on my teeth, they owe me sooo much money at this point."

"I guess I got blessed with good genetics."

I laughed to myself, my mouth closed as I hummed. "you definitely did."

"What was that?"

"Uhh.. y-you know. I was just agreeing with you. Like, I'm jealous of your hair, most definitely, and your voice. If I had a voice like yours, I'd never shut up singing."

"Mmm hmm." He let what I said slide, thankfully.

I was hoping it was dark enough in my room that he couldn't see my face practically glowing red with embarrassment.

"You're so sweet to me, thank you. That's much appreciated. The hair just is what it is though."

"I feel that. I can't believe how long it's gotten. Especially when it's straightened. You should totally do that again."

"I would, but I'd have to go somewhere to get it done. Plus, I don't want to damage it too much."

"Ah, that's understandable. Still planning to donate it when you do cut it all off?"

"Yeah, yeah. Gonna donate it. Part of the reason I don't want to damage it, but also not being able to wash it for as long as you want it straight is a bitch."

"Oooh, I could imagine."

"Yeah, so I only do it for special occasions, but there hasn't been one in a while. The last time was for The Grumps, and one other time since then for an event. Getting to that salon is a nightmare though, as is going anywhere in California. The stereotype of nothing but traffic, or how bad the traffic is, or how long you sit in traffic is 100% accurate. My ass goes numb by the time I get there, if I haven't already puked on myself with how many potholes are in the roads. I'm sure I sound like an old man right now, complaining about traffic, but it's true. I never believed it until I moved here, and the worse part? It's usually one person per car! That's such a waste of space, and you're polluting the environment so much more. If people just carpooled, we'd be a lot better off, and another thing..."

His voice began to fade out in my ears, slowly trailing off until it was completely silent. I'm sure he continued to ramble long after. Partly because he knows he helps me sleep, or partly because he really is passionate about the driving situation here. Either way, I had some of the best sleep I've had in a while that night.

I dreamed about running up to him at the airport, like something from a movie, and hugging him so tight. Everything around us stopped moving, the harsh florescent lights dimmed down into mood lighting, he dropped his bags beside him, not caring where they landed, or what might've broke. For a split second, I considered scolding him, but I quickly melted into his warm embrace, crying as soon as his arms wrap around my back.

I knew it was just a dream. That hurt even more than the dream itself, but I knew I'd be making this dream a reality very soon.

Not soon enough, but very soon.