In My Dreams

Twelve

“You could at least try not to look so happy about it,” I said, rolling my eyes.

He just smirked and looked away, obviously trying to compose himself before he spoke. “I’m not happy because you’re sad,” he finally said, looking back at me, retaining a serious expression. "I just think you're better off without him."

I lay back onto the plush, green grass and gazed around me at all the blooming flowers. This reminded me of some beautiful countryside of New Zealand. “Yeah, well, I’m still a little weary about you. Who knows, you could go all psycho again in a blink of an eye,” I said teasingly, stealing a glance at him while he remained sitting up.

He waited a few moments before he responded. “I told you I was sorry about that. I wasn’t myself,” MB mumbled, looking down at me.

I waved my hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” I sighed and played with a strand of my hair. “You know, I…I just thought he liked me,” I finally said, frowning.

MB looked down at me and angrily frowned too. “Why don’t you just forget about Tyler already, Jade? He’s not worth your time,” he said bitterly.

“What? And you are?” I snapped back. I sighed and shook my head, already regretting letting those words slip. We always ended up striking a nerve with one another.

Though deep down, I sort of felt that way. He was around whether I wanted him to be or not, I didn’t have a choice. But as of lately, I didn’t really mind his company that much. Despite his short temper, and sometimes cold attitude, he was slowly but surely warming up to me.

He didn’t answer, but instead scowled and got up from his spot and started to walk down the hill's incline.

“Look, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean that,” I said, fumbling from the ground and reaching for his arm. I gripped his hand and forced him to stop and look at me.

He looked at my hand on his and it looked like it surprised him.  “I know,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have said that in the first place.  I was being insensitive.”

I nodded and gave him an encouraging smile. “Look, I don’t know why you’re here, and you don’t seem to know either. So I guess, for however long you’re here for, we need to make it worthwhile.” I looked down at his hands and noticed he had light freckles peppered on the back of them. “If we’re stuck together in my dreams, let's make our time together enjoyable,” I said, as I absentmindedly brushed my thumb over those freckles, realizing I had never noticed them before.

He nodded but then gazed at our hands. I couldn’t help but notice his face turning a deep red.

I cleared my throat and turned away abruptly, dropping his hand.

“Sorry, sorry. Anyways, that means you have to act nice!” I laughed nervously.

He rubbed the back of his head, smiling sheepishly. “I’ll try my best.”

 

I took a seat back down and picked on the plush grass. “So,” I started. “What can we do here?”

 He laughed when he saw my pile of picked grass. “We could do a lot of things," he said, picking a a daisy and hesitantly giving it to me. It was a sweet gesture, one I didn't expect from him. "You like daisies," he stated with a smile.

I grinned, taking the flower and smelling it's fresh scent. "Yup, my favorite flower," I said bobbing my head. "Thank you." I smiled, looking into his warm, green eyes. They lit up when he smiled, making the expression all the more endearing.