Dreams (Poofless AU) [Slow Updates]

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Preston's POV

Why do people this that you can only have fun with alcohol or drugs? Drugs and booze just make the experience less memorable and jaded. I guess I'm one to talk huh? Here or there I'll smoke a joint with Lachlan but other than that I don't really do anything else.

But of course everyone thinks I do.
If you're on any sports team it's automatically assumed that you do drugs, drink alcohol like water, and party till the crack of dawn every weekend. That's just how High School works nowadays or at least the one I go to.

The slim green jello shot rested in my hand for what seems like hours, every few seconds I would switch the shot back and and forth between both of my hands. Even though the heavy alternative music playing around me enabled me from communication from my honry peers, I could faintly hear my thoughts.

Strobe lights of neon colors made it hard to anything of value. I guess since black clothing was required it was sort of the point, but it probably would have made sense to wear white clothing if anything.

But hey whatever, it's not my party.

"Hey cutie I've been looking for you all night!"

My actions were brittle and forced as I looked up from the black chair I was sitting in to see, of course, slutty Sara. Her body and breath stank of tequila and badly mixed margaritas, her signature scent if I'm being completely honest.

"Oh, hey Sara."

I added a dose of irritation in my voice and a huff at the end of my statement. Hopefully she picks up on what I'm putting down. Sara had on a tight black dress on that was lightly decorated with tiny fake grey rhinestones on the midsection of the dress. Her dress looked like my parent's bedroom curtains, she probably stole them. After all another one of her nicknames is Sneaky Sara.

"Come dance with me!"

How about no? Or Hell no? Or maybe even a fuck no for good measure? Quickly filtering through polite ways to say no, because my mother raised a gentlemen, but that's not going to stop me from lowkey throwing shade.

Just as I was about to open my mouth, excited with a new way to say go fuck yourself in the most polite way possible Sara took me opening my mouth as a yes. Her more than likely nails felt like scales as her right arm griped my arm and tugged me towards the dance floor. The jello shot was dropped on the ground, long forgotten while she was dragging me.

Sweaty bodies trapped my very being as we weaved ourselves threw the crowd of bumping bodies. The music seemed to pick up with each step we took, making a faint buzzing sound happen in each of my ears. An indication that the music was way too loud.

This was a mistake, this was a huge mistake. Parties are all fine and dandy but that's only when it's about twenty or so people, not when there's two hundred or something. I would choose a small gathering over a big party, but being in a quote on quote popular guy means you have no choice.

And I hate that.

If I had known playing a sport meant doing things that I didn't want to do I sure as hell wouldn't have joined in the first place. I would fully be content with having Rob, Lachlan, Vik, Brandon, and probably Jay staying over at my place just watching some cheesy scary movies with empty cans of Monster energy drinks scattered around.

Wait, did I just mention Rob?

I stood still as Sara starting dancing on me, somewhat trying to grind or twerk. I ignored the small girl in front of me and focused on the question at hand. I tried removing myself away from the situation I was in by concentrating on thoughts.

Rob was the first person to come to mind when I would be content, or in other words happy. I hadn't even meet the guy in real life, the only place I've had contact with him was in my dreams. Why is that? Maybe I have yet to meet him? He could even possibly go to my school without my realization, but I feel like I would have noticed a person like him.

A person so connected to nature, would definitely bring attention to me. Wouldn't it? Shouldn't it?

I felt my facial expression soften as I thought about The Flower King. His sweet coffee colored hair that always had a marvelous array of flowers and blossoms around it. The light smell of fragrance that I've grown to love. A witty personality that's like no other.
Hands gripped tightly around my body, bringing my train of thought to a crash and burn. I pulled myself away from my thoughts and came aware of my surroundings. Sara was gripping my shoulders like a hawk holding onto it's prey.

"Baby, let's go have some fun in the back room."

Her whispers made my skin crawl as I suddenly felt like I was doing something I wasn't supposed to. Disgusting cringes shook through me as the feeling multiplied as Sara's hands crept under my thin black T-Shirt. Feelings of disturbance and wrong doing, made my body burn.
It felt like I was doing something terribly wrong.

It felt like I was cheating.

But who would I be cheating on? I'm single and I'm not in a romantic relationship with anyone. Then why does it feel like I'm betraying someone? An image flashed through my eyes as cold fingers slipped into my pants. An image of a brunette young man playing with daffodils, roses, marigolds was the only thing I could see for a millisecond.

Rob.

Robert.

The Flower King.

Panic began to set in as I pushed Sara off of me and ran away. People saw what had happened and the look on my face, resulting in them hurriedly making a pathway for me. My feet picked up and off the ground as quickly as they met it.

Strobe lights left my vision as I ran out the crowded area at the speed of lightning. I heard someone calling my name but I could only catch the first letter before I ran past people outside. The cold air didn't calm my nerves down in the least bit as I dashed down the jagged sidewalk, not taking into account of the words people were trying to say to me.

I have to get home, I have to see Rob again. Mix matched thoughts funneled into me as my lungs burned. Why does it feel like I'm cheating on him? Where did this unknown feeling of a hurting heart come from?

I need to dream.

I need to see him.

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