Mitch stared over the cyan sea, the waves curled and whispered sweet songs into to his ear as he watched the golden sun melt under the blue horizon, his amber hair danced in the wind, he sigh, squeezing shut his urban eyes embracing the sensation of his dreams, they were always so warm and calm.
He felt a presence next to him and turned to see Adam smiling at him, Mitch had never seen Adam in his dreams before but he wished he had, as his chocolatey hair swirled and frolicked in the cool salty breeze and his dark yet bright eyes stared at him with a warm feeling.
"Hey Mitch"
Tears brimmed in his eyes, why was he crying he just said hey,? Then he remembered, Adam and him had a fight two years ago with words that he thought of every day, stupid, he was the most stupidest person alive and the consequences were big, Adam now hated him, and to see an exact replica giving him kind and care filled look made him want to cry and he did, as tears began to roll he let out loud songs and whimpers as he stared back at the older American, Adam wrapped his arms around Mitch and pulled him into a confuting hug and stroked his hair.
"Mitch, what's wrong, what happened?"
"Y-your not real, A-Adam left me t-two years ago and h-hates me, this is just a d-d-dream"
Adam pulled him back holding his shoulders firmly and stared deep into his red stinging eye's, Adam smiled confusedly.
"Mitch what are you talking about? This isn't a dream"
He couldn't trust his friends, family, fans now he can't even trust his dreams, the only source of happiness in his dull,grey and empty life.
"P-Prove it then, prove to me y-your the real Adam"
Adam pressed his plump lips against his, he could feel, he felt it all come back all, the colour and laughs they had not a hateful word insight, he moaned softly as Adam dipped his tounge into his mouth for a taste and departed, both panting lightly.
"It's not a dream Mitch, get it now?"
Mitch felt Adam put his hand on his burning cheek and nodded.
"It's not a dream"
