The Crazy American

Chapter 5

After a warm shower, I get dressed and do my make up. By the time I make in downstairs, everyone is seated and eating. The only open seat is next to Elliot. I bite my lip as my dream floods recklessly into my mind. My face flushes as I quietly sit next to him. I wordlessly make my plate and stare down at my food.

"Rose, are you alright?" Allie asks in a hush tone.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I smile shyly at her. I know that answer doesn't satisfy her. I pick up my phone and text her that I'll explain later. She grabs her phone and quickly replies. My phone buzzes with her message of okay. Elliot looks down at me with a puzzled expression. I ignore it and take a few bites of my food. Getting up after I eat half of my food, I wander into the courtyard.

The fresh air is refreshing. Clouds hang heavy in the sky with a promise of rain. The door opens behind me. Allie walks in front of me.

"What is eating at you?"

"So last night I came down here to read and Elliot came down. Well I must have dozed off because I woke up in my bed with no memory of walking back into the dorm. Elliot must have carried me in." I sigh. "And I had a very vivid dream about him." She smiles.

"Was it a wet dream?" Allie laughs. I burst into laughter.

"No nothing like that. I woke up right before anything happened." I pout. She giggles.

Elliot walks into the courtyard, eyeing us suspiciously. I bite my lip.

"Rose, are you alright?" He asks.

I nod and eye Allie. She covers her mouth to suppress a giggle. I smile at her and Elliot.

"Rose and I were just talking about dreams is all," Allie blurts out. I punch her arm. She rubs it and sticks out her tongue.

"Oh?," he has his gaze locked on me. I nod. "Is that what was bothering you?"

"Yeah, I had a dream I killed Allie," I say calmly, playfully glaring at her.

"Huh." He stands there in awkward silence.

"Well we better get to class," I glare at Allie again. She turns to Elliot.

"Would you like to go into London with us after class?"

I pause and look at him. His eyes meet mine giving me chills. I quickly look away.

"Sure," his response surprises me.

"Really?" I ask, looking back up at him.

"Yes. I am in need of some time off the campus." He smiles at me.

"Well we should get going to class. Wouldn't want to be late," I state shyly and walk inside.

Class ticks by as if each second is six seconds. I doodle on my notebook as the English professor dribbles on. Learning English in England. That is a story to tell my future children. I wonder what Elliot and my children would look like. I would hope that they would look like him. Since he is perfection. Who am I kidding. He wouldn't see anything worth having in a crazy American. I will never know what his kisses are like. I bet his lips are super soft. I wonder if he has a girlfriend. I haven't seen him with any girl, but she could be at a different college. Or city. Or country even. Maybe he's gay! I still could have a gay best friend. That would be cool. Though he would show interest in another guy or something. Maybe he is asexual. No attraction whatsoever. He's probably gay.

"Rose," the professor snaps. I look up at him. "Thank you for joining us. I'm not sure how they do it in the states, but rest assured that we are much more strict here." He reaches down and rips up my doodle. "Now, class what is a run on sentence?" I sigh and put my forehead on the desk.