The Boy Who Stole My Dreams

Chapter 6: Why was my skin shivering and bumping gooses?

It had been a week since the Jesse situation, a good seven days. And what could happen in seven days you ask? Someone's entire image could just change.

Many mouths had been frosted with Jennifer's name and how Jesse ditched her just after locking lips with her, but not as many mouths as those going on about how this 'nerd' girl April went up and slapped the 'new, hot' guy of school before pouring a can of Pepsi all over him.

For once I had managed to take almost all attention off of Jennifer. Usually Jennifer was the one craving for attention and would internally do the happy dance if she was ever the talk of the school. But this time, since the attention she attracted wasn't really in her favor, she allowed me to take the limelight happily.

And you know what?

I didn't mind it. As long as it was for the good of my best friend I was willing to give up that much.

Also what had happened over the past week was that my Dad had come back from one of his numerous business trips. Not that it made much of a difference to us. Even if he was ever in town, which was rarely, he would always be drowned in his own work or somewhere on his own.

The only thing that reminded us that we had a Dad was the fact that he wouldn't fail to get us some souvenir from the places he visited for his trips, which was pretty contradictory to his rather solitary character. This time, he had gotten Sierra and I, both a teddy bear and Axl a cap, all saying "I Love Canada" with a red maple leaf on it. Although it might seem lame to you guys, and also sometimes to me, I cherished these tiny gestures, not to mention some of the only few gestures that still kept us connected to Dad.

And as for what had happened on the Jennifer- Jesse front was nothing less than a cold war. First of all, Jesse was nowhere to be seen in at least a 100 metre radius of the two of us. Even if the poor jerk happened to be there by mistake, they shared cold steely glares which were cold enough to freeze anyone who came in between their stare off. Well, I for one internally squirmed every time I was unlucky enough to be in the presence of the two of them in a limited space.

What was going on with my book you ask?

Don't even get me started. Before you sit expectantly with great news, let me tell you that you should expect quite the opposite. With the incidents over the past week, I had begun to lose some of the flow to the book. I was feeling disconnected with the characters. I thought it was mainly because I hadn't had any dream similar to the few that had inspired the characters from my book. I was now regretting using a dream as inspiration. I should've known that it only had a temporary influence and that I would have to start originally generating ideas to continue the book.

The thought alone of racking my brain to actually think to be able to write was mentally tiring on its own. Especially when the ideas and the words were coming quite naturally to me and were literally typing themselves out onto my laptop the first few days. If I had to keep my book alive, I had to think of ways to get inspiration and be able to put it down in black and white.