My Other Thirds

Chapter Four (Grayson)

We walk side by side, the long grass brushing against our legs. I stand at the top of the hill, looking across at the beautiful sunset. The edges of the clouds catch the light and they seem aflame, shining like multi-coloured crystals in the evening sky. I look over at him, only to find that he's already looking at me. He stares deep into my eyes, his glance speaking thousands of words. "There's something I wanted to tell you-" I start. He cuts me off, "I know-" he says in a soft whisper, placing his hand over mine. "I know everything. "He maintains eye contact and steps closer to me. My gaze shifts to his parted lips, and I lean forward slowly.
*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING* My eyes shoot open, my hand already fumbling for the alarm. Seriously? As I sit up on the bed and swing my legs to the ground, I already start forgetting the details of the dream. All I remember is a strong emotion, so deep and meaningful, unlike anything I've ever felt before. I get out of bed and stumble towards the bathroom. As I splash cold water on my face, I desperately try to remember anything else from the dream, but nothing seems to come back to me.
I sigh as I walk down the stairs. Whatever, I'll just forget it. It's just a stupid dream anyway. I zone out as I pack my lunch, my thoughts traveling back to yesterday. My face lightens as I remember about Bryson.
"What got you smiling like that?" I hear my mom walk into the kitchen. My face reddens. "I –" "Did you have a good sleep?" She cuts me off, already moving on to something else. "Yeah, mom. I had a great sleep". "Well have fun at school today, honey." She grabs her purse after kissing me on the forehead and strides out of the kitchen. "There's pizza in the freezer!" She yells over her shoulder before heading out to her car and driving off. My mother is going to be home late tonight- just like almost every night. She's really busy with her job, but I'm not complaining. She works really hard to support me and my brothers, and especially my older brother, Seth, in his private school.
I guess I'm going to have another boring evening alone- I could invite Keyan over though. I could even ask Bryson if he wants to come too.