The Summer of Our Lives (bxb)

A Dream Come True

"You know I love you right?" Lyndon told me as we sat side by side on the grass with the sun shining down on us. 

The bright light of the sun brought out the brown in his eyes as he gazed at me. 

"Why?" I said, reaching out to ruffle his hair. 

"Because you're the only one who gets me." He replied. 

"Really?" I asked with a smile. 

"Yeah, I've never loved anything more than you." He said. 

"I love you." I whispered to him and moved closer to him. 

"I love you too." He whispered back. 

We stared at each other for a moment until he pulled me into a hug.

When the time was right, he leaned down and planted a kiss on my mouth. 

I pulled him close and kissed him back, feeling how warm he was against me. 

When we pulled apart, I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, his warm hand on mine. 

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My face was wet when I woke up. I realized it was from the tears spilling from my eyes. 

I wiped my face and rolled over onto my back to stare at the ceiling. 

It was quiet in the room, I was alone once again with my thoughts.

Was the dream true? I never thought of kissing Lyndon like that, not when I never got a chance to tell him how I felt. 

I climbed out of bed reluctantly, my hands shaking as I pulled the cover up to the pillow. 

I tried to think of something else to take my mind off of the dream. 

My mind took me back to last night, to how free I felt. 

I decided to get my day started after calming myself down.

Then, out of nowhere I started to feel something. 

I couldn't put my finger on it but it felt like there was a fire burning in me, not in a bad way, in a way that made me feel confident, accomplished. 

I had the energy to do so many things now, go back to college, get a job, and move out of my mom's house. 

But, before I could do anything, I had to see Lyndon.

I wanted to tell him about the dream, maybe even my feelings. 

If it really was true I didn't want to lose my chance. 

I was pretty nervous as I walked over to Lyndon's house, I wasn't exactly sure of what to say but I knew I needed to talk to him. 

As expected, he was in the garage with his motorcycle, this time he looked like he was changing the oil. 

Unlike the first time I came here, the radio wasn't on, he was singing softly as he picked up the can. 

"Lyn?" I said, standing in the doorway, my shadow creeping up across the path. 

He instantly stopped singing and turned around, when he saw me he smiled. "Hey, Shane, how's it going?" 

The pressure in my chest relaxed as I came all the way into the garage. "Nothing much, just wanted to see what you were working on."

"Oh, just changing the oil. I figure I'll save myself money if I do it myself." Lyndon said. 

I watched him for a little bit until he closed up the tank. 

"You okay?" He asked as he put the oil can on the shelf. 

"I had a dream last night." I replied, trying to start the conversation in a casual way. 

"Dream? I don't dream, I just snore." Lyndon said with a laugh. He looked interested though, he motioned for me to come by the motorcycle. 

I walked over and sat down on it. "Everyone dreams, you have four dreams a night on average." I told him while smiling. 

"Eh, sure. What was your dream about?" He asked. 

The smile on my face vanished. "Um, you kissed me." 

"Yeah?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

 "Well, I know you said yesterday that you cared about me, I just want to say that I care about you too." I said, my words coming out in a rush. 

"I meant it, I think you're great Shane. I'm glad I sold you that stupid car." He said smiling. 

"Me too." I replied, at that moment, I just needed to hug him. I stood up and faced him, my face already turning pink with embarrassment. 

I think he understood because he wrapped me up in his arms in an instant. 

I breathed in the scent of him, a combination of cigarette smoke and motor oil. 

His hands were warm as he ran them down my back. 

"Should we make your dream come true?" He whispered into my ear. 

I never wanted anything more in that moment. I looked up at him and nodded. 

Just like in my dream, he placed his mouth on mine and kissed me.

I kissed him gently at first but then pulled him in closer to me.

My face turned completely red as he slowly slid his tongue in my mouth.

I just went with the flow, for the first time I was glad I had a lot of boyfriends, I was experienced with kissing. 

I wasn't experienced with him pushing me up against the motorcycle though. 

I broke the kiss, "Desperate, huh?" 

"Very, I've wanted to do this for a while." He quickly pulled me back into another kiss. 

We stood there kissing for a while, just feeling each other, I loved how his body felt against mine. It was even better than I could have imagined.

I felt his hand slide slowly under my shirt, "Should we continue this in my room?" He whispered into my ear, slightly out of breath from the long kiss. 

I wanted too, I really wanted too, but my mind was telling me not to. 

"No, Lyn. I should go." I replied, finding myself also out of breath. 

"Alright, whatever you want." He said, he squeezed me tight for a second then let go. 

"I love you." I said, I've never met those three words more in my life. 

"Me too." He replied. 

"I'll see you later?" I asked and walked to the garage door. 

"Yeah, I'll pick you up later. We'll go for a ride okay?" He said. 

"Sounds good, bye, Lyn." I blew him a kiss and walked outside. I missed the feeling of his lips already. 

I was on top of the world now, and no one could bring me down. 

I went back home and pulled the letter I wrote from yesterday, I tore it up and threw it away.

 I already said everything I wanted to say, here's to being honest with myself and my feelings.