Dream or Nightmare

Chapter VIII

Andover, New Jersey

Police’s Parking Lot

Chapter VIII



           A frilly, bright pink dress hugged the top of her body, as I took her in. Its bright swirls delicately wrapped around her limbs, the color matched her eyes to perfection, and it looked like a masterpiece of a famous abstract painter. Her sleeves and the cloth from waist down flowed like a fairytale ball gown straight from Cinderella. And the cloth made every one of her perfect curves prominent.

           "Miss me?" Lydia asked with a suggestive smirk and twinkle in her eye. They were a soft pink and looked as silky as flower petals, but seemed to pulse with a bright pink every time she smiled.

           "Not really..." I whispered looking at the ground. There was no need to act clingy. My eyes roamed across the pavement and somehow stopped on Lydia’s shoes. The shoes looked quite petite on Lydia’s foot. I don’t know how girls do it, but some way the shoes matched her dress to perfection, not to mention that they had ruffles along the edges that seemed to flow the same the way the dress did.

            Compared to her plain T-shirt and tattered converse sneakers, she looked like a totally different person. I would have liked to believe that she wore the dress to impress me, but who would want to be in a relationship with me, a romantic one no less?

            I looked up and saw that Lydia's were curved into a pout. Her face angled down slightly, but her eyes looked up at me.

            She had the cutest puppy eyes I had ever seen.

            Her hands clasped in front of her like she was going to pray, but her sugar-coated voice spoke otherwise, "Awww... Not even a lite bit?" She asked winking her eyes flirtatiously.   

            "Maybe a bit..." I trailed off as I gulped. I pulled on the collar of my shirt getting slightly nervous. My palms began to get sticky with sweat and my shirt seemed to be suffocating me. I felt the familiar heat to my nose and ears as they turned red. Why was she making me so nervous? It wasn't like I had never talked to a girl in my whole entire life, but I have never been attracted to a girl like her before.

            "That's better," she said and smiled a gentle smile. She gave me no smirk, not even a flinch in a try to roll of the eyes, and absolutely no sarcastic response? It was weird.

            "Okay..." I trailed off. This was getting weirder by the minute. I mean the different clothing and complete turn-around in her personality had me leaning towards a definite bipolar disorder. Lydia hopped up beside me and hooked her arm through mine, pulling me out of me toward my car.

            "Well come on! We've got a big schedule today!" She exclaimed while taking my car keys out of her pocket.

            "Should I be worried that you have my keys?" I asked while I was pretty sure that my face said that I was definitely worried. It wasn’t the fact that she had them; it was the fact that I wasn’t sure if she could drive.

            "Oh these? They were in the ignition, and your car was still parked in Newton High's lot," She explained, her voice shaking a little while she dragged me to the passenger seat. The entire time she kept her eyes on the car. If I didn’t know any better I would say she’s nervous, but of what was the real question.

            I'd figure it out later, if I ever survived ‘till later.

            Right now all I wanted to do was enjoy some company. Being locked up in jail can really change your perspective of life. Granted I was only locked up for one night.