Chapter One
"Jamie? What's wrong?" A familiar voice asked walking in on me crying. I shook my head wiping away the persistent tears. I looked up to see a blurry Michael sit down beside me; he started to comfort me rubbing my back gently, "Jamie. What's wrong?" He pressed. I took a deep breath before answering.
"It's just...he doesn't know whether or not his reality is real, or if he is just in an eternal dream," I cried motioning towards the television reeling the end credits to the movie Inception. "It's just not fair." I finished bringing on a new wave of tears invading my eyes.
"Aw, Jamie it's okay. It'll be all right. And if he is in his dream then at least he get's it with his children right?" Michael said taking me in for a hug trying to comfort me, "You really should stop watching this movie when you're alone, all it does it make you cry." He said rocking me back and forth. I buried my face into his chest nodding slightly, then looking up getting a nice view of the underneath side of his chin.
"I know...but Leonardo DeCaprio." I said lifting myself up and pointing to the television again. This comment made him laugh.
"You know he's never even won an Oscar." Michael pointed out ignorantly.
"What? And that dignifies him as an actor as a man? Besides I am more than glad to inform you that he was awarded his first Oscar this year. Remember? For Revenant, the one with Tom Hardy." I informed him proudly. Michael laughed again, "Tom Hardy is great too." I pointed out wiping the finally last tears from my eyes.
Suddenly there was a shuffling noise coming from the upstairs, we both looked up. I look over at Michael with shock in my eyes.
"Why'd you have to laugh so loud? Foghorn!" I whisper-yelled while I blamed him for waking my father.
"I wouldn't have laughed so hard if you weren't watching Inception and I hadn't had to come out here to comfort you. This is your fault!" He whisper-yelled back pushing me slightly. I stopped and looked him my shocked eyes narrowing slowly, "Oh no. Jamie!" He pleaded, but before he could get very far I pushed him over where he landed on his side, then while he was down I threw a pillow at him. I tried to get up, but he stuck out his foot tripping me mid lifting my self up and I landed on my bum. I was soon greeted obnoxiously with a pillow to the face, Michael giggling in the background. Shoving the pillow off of me, I decided my next plan of attack. I jumped from my spot and landed on Michael who was trying to get up as well, causing me to land on his back piggyback style.
"Jamie! No!" He cried in his normal voice as we both fell backwards, and his large man-sized body landed on mine, the air escaping every crevice of my lungs proving it very difficult to breath at that moment.
"Oh! My! Ga..." I trailed off not having enough air to finish the small word. I keeled over coughing fighting for a breath, while also trying to stifle back laughter from my failed attempt.
"Jamie, if you are going to watch television please lower the volume..." My father started as he finished coming down the steps. I could tell he was processing what was he was probably seeing. Since I was kneeling over and Michael standing close behind trying to help me, this could either look very innocent or very dirty there was no in between.
Partly to discharge an annoying feeling in my throat, and to relieve tension I coughed lightly. Michael took the hint and shot up immediately and turned towards my father. Because I had been the one to soften the landing, I stood up more slowly and turned towards my father as well. He stood at the bottom of the stairs in his pajama bottoms and a grey t-shirt, and he would probably not be thrilled to see that I was wearing my short-short pajama bottoms and a tank with a boy over. At least Michael was wearing pants this time was all I could think.
