SpideyNova : Dreaming

Dreaming: Part 2

Peter's POV~

I looked around, confused. Where was I? Shelves upon shelves of books surrounded me, and I was sitting at a small wooden table, a chemistry book sitting open in front of me. I must be at a library. But what was I doing here, and how did I get here in the first place?

"Parker? Earth to Parker!"

I looked to my right. Sam sat there, another chemistry book open in front of him. He looked at me, annoyed.

"We're supposed to be working on that chemistry report, remember?"

Was that what I was doing? Huh. I shook my head, trying to clear it.

"Right," I mumbled, looking down at the book in front of me. Sam placed a hand on my shoulder, and I stiffened, my chest filling with a strange feeling.

"Peter, are you alright?" he asked, looking at me with concern, "You've been acting really weird lately. Especially around me. Is something bothering you?"

"Nothing's bothering me, Bucket-head," I turned away from him. He took his hand off my shoulder, but that strange feeling in my chest wouldn't go away. I rubbed the back of my head, feeling Sam's gaze burning into the back of my skull. I tried to focus on the chemistry assignment, but found I didn't even know what the assignment was. Ugh, I just couldn't focus, at all. And it all had to do with the teen sitting next to me. I turned my head and took a deep breath.

"Sam, I lied. There is something bothering me," I said, and he looked at me with a 'go on, I'm listening' look on his face.

"Sam," I took another deep breath, "The truth is, I-

I woke up in my room, the walls still dark. These dreams have been going on for a week now, dreams of me and Sam being all buddy-buddy. Weird, I know. But I'd never felt something in the dream. I rubbed my chest, still feeling that strange feeling that I just couldn't describe, but at least it had dimmed down some. I glanced to my left at Sam, who had his face buried in the extra pillow I gave him. I'd found out a couple nights ago that Sam tended to cuddle in his sleep. If he didn't have an extra pillow, he'd wrap his arms around the only other thing there: me. But that didn't matter, because even with the pillow he tended to move closer to me, anyways.

I pushed Sam to the other side of the bed and lay back down, sighing. What had I been about to say in that dream? The question nagged my mind, and going back to sleep proved to be difficult. I tossed and turned for at least two hours before finally settling into a sort of half-asleep state. That was how I stayed the rest of the night.

"...er...Pete...PETER!"

"Huh?" I looked up from my locker, which I'd been staring at for the past 2 minutes. God, I was tired. Mary Jane waved her hand in front of my face, concerned.

"Peter, are you alright? You look exhausted."

"I'm fine, MJ," I said, though I wasn't too convincing. She narrowed her eyes at me, clearly determined to find out what the issue was. Of course, she didn't get a chance to interrogate me. I'd grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder, muttering something about tutoring someone.

-30 minutes later-

I wandered through the almost empty halls of the school, after waiting for the kid I was supposed to be tutoring for a good 20 minutes. Either he forgot or was just bailing, I dunno. All I knew was that I was tired and just wanted to go home. It was Friday for god's sake.

As I walked down one hallway, I realized that I heard something. Straining my ears to listen, I recognized it as piano music. And whoever was playing the piano music was really skilled. Maybe it was a teacher?

I strode over to the band room (where else would the music be coming from?) and glanced inside. My jaw dropped. I must be tired. Or hallucinating. Or both. There was no way I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. But when I rubbed my eyes the image didn't change.

Sam sat at the large grand piano, his fingers racing skillfully over the keys. His back was turned to me, but I doubt he'd notice me even if I were standing directly in front of him. He seemed to have canceled out the entire world, and was solely focused on the music he was playing. It was slow and soft, beautiful, but also sad.

"Hey," a voice behind me whispered softly.

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Stifling a small shout of surprise, I looked behind me and came face to face wih a girl. She had hazel green eyes and shoulder length auburn hair. She wore a 3/4 sleeved shirt with thick gray horizontal stripes that hung low on her shoulders and a black skirt with a purple plaid pattern and dark gray capris underneath. A purple backpack hung from her back. She eyed me curiously.

"So you come to listen to piano guy?"

"Piano guy?" I asked skeptically, keeping my voice low as well.

Her face went red, "I'm bad at names, okay?"

I chuckled softly and turned my attention back to 'piano guy.'

"He plays after school every Friday," she informed me, "And as much as I would love to, I can't stay and listen. I have to get to Study Hall pronto. Bye!"

She turned around and started to walk away, but came to a sudden halt and turned to face me once more.

"Oh, and one more thing. Don't let him catch you. He's real shy."

She looked confused for a moment at the southern drawl that slipped into her voice at the end, but shrugged it off and headed down the hallway.

O-kaaaay, that happened. Wait a sec, did she say he was shy? Ha! Sam, shy! That's just funny to think about. Hahah... hah...

Ah, jeez. I'm so tired. My eyelids started to droop on their own accord, and despite my best efforts, I slipped to a sitting position on the floor and sleep overtook me. The piano still playing softly as my eyes finally closed.

After what felt like a few minutes, but was probably much longer, I felt something prod my shin. My eyes stayed stubbornly closed, though. The prod became harsher, and I recognized it as a kick. Couldn't this guy see I was desperately trying to get some sleep? The kick receded, only to be replaced by a stinging sensation across my cheek. My eyes snapped open.

"Okay, what the hell?!" I snapped, rubbing my cheek.

My eyes shifted up to see Sam crouching in front of me, his green eyes flashing with anger as he glared at me.

"What are you doing here, Parker?" He spat, "And exactly how long have you been sitting there?"

I stood up from where I'd been previously sitting and stretched.

"Long enough to know you play piano, Bucket-head."

He grabbed the front of my shirt, "If you tell anyone..."

"Hey, relax," I said, holding up my hands defensively, "I won't tell a soul."

Sam let go of me and looked away, shoving his hands in his pockets and eyeing the ground. This was one of the rare times that he didn't look confident. He seemed uncertain, shy even. It looked kinda cu-

I shook my head and cut off my train of thought. It was then I realized Sam was talking.

"...playing longer than I meant to. Your Aunt May's probably worried."

I glanced out a nearby window and realized the sun was already starting to set. I nodded and we left the school and started to walk home. About halfway there, I turned to face him.

"You know," I said, grinning, "You're a pretty good pianist."
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((I hope you enjoyed part 2! Part 3 coming soon!!))