"Sweet Dreams" Muke au

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I wake up sweaty and confused. That is until I remember my dream. Then I'm very sweaty and confused.

Last time I had this type of dream I had Jessie right next to me to help drown out the memory. Today I'm all alone, my mother isn't even home.

So I masturbate. A lot.

I can't get the red headed boy out of my mind. Usually I think of Jessie but now he's the only person in my head. No matter how weird my conscious mind finds this, I don't stop myself from seeing the red, black and white figure from my dreams. Even if I did try, his face stays clear as day behind my eyelids.

I swear to god I'm straight, what the hell.

I shake the feeling away as I text Jessie if she wants to get lunch. She takes a few minutes to answer, so I take my time pouring myself cereal. Almost as if to make my morning worse, there is no milk in the fridge. Ha, good try universe, dry cereal is better!

Jessie tells me to pick her up at 12 for a quick lunch during her break. It's only 9 so i go back to sleep.

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As Jessie tells me about her bitch coworker, I get bored after the 17th hair flip and keep my attention on my phone. Our waiter comes over and she orders water for both us.

"Are you ready, or do you need a minute?" The dudes voice sounds a bit too friendly, but I let it slide because I'm just so hungry.

"We'll need a minute thank you." Jessie replies politely.

"Okay, I'll be back," I can hear the smirk in his voice, ugh. "My name is Michael, I'll be here if you need something." My breath stays in my throat, making me cough repeatedly. When I look up the waiter is gone and I hope he isn't the same Michael I've been thinking of all day.

A quick flash of red hair pulls my attention from my phone again, but when I focus on the direction it came from no one is standing there.

After an excruciatingly long time, a tall man with dirty blond hair walks up to our table. 

"What will we be having today?" He smiles wide and I check his name tag.

'Randy'.

I sigh involuntarily and it almost sounds wistful or disappointed. "You're not our waiter." I know it sounds rude but my words come before I ask them too. Jessie kicks me under the table and gives me a quiet but stern 'Luke!'. I glare back at her.

Randy only laughs, "Michael's shift ended. I am your waiter now."

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I'm not entirely proud to say I listened to Shawn Mendes as I wrote this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This is really short a and it took me ten years to write   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sorry I'm so a at writing fast  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Was the waiter The Michael? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯