I sat there watching Friends until 3am when I fell asleep on the couch. I drifted off and started to dream.
He was towering over me again, but this time he was closer. I was looking down and he picked up my chin. "Look at me," he whispered. He stared into my eyes and then tilted his head. We both leaned in and our lips smashed together. It was so slow but so powerful. "I need to tell you something," he whispered again. "I'm not good for you. I'm a bad guy. I cause trouble every where I go and you're not going to be able to handle it." I looked up at him confused.
I woke back up only to realize I have been asleep for 10 minutes. I walked into my room, shut off my lights, and laid there in bed. I thought about my little dream. Is it weird that it made me want to get with him more? He told me he was trouble but it can't be that bad. I wonder if he's like that in real life. Can a kiss in a dream impact someone this much? I want him. But I know I can't. He's Tom's best friend.
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
I woke up the next morning and hopped out of bed. I was wearing a giant flannel with no pants because who cares. Oh, and my hair was down-natural and ratty as all hell. I walked out to go get some breakfast, probably some cereal because I'm lazy. My mom was at work already and my dad was as well. My little sister Delia was at basketball practice. I sat at the table and started eating my cereal but I heard a noise. I listened closely and heard footsteps coming up the stairs and my heart started beating out of my chest. No one should be home right now, I thought was alone. I'm fuckin stupid so I hid under the table, clearly visible to whoever was coming up. I saw black vans come my way and I immediately knew it was Tom.
I popped my head out from under the table. "Tom, what the hell I thought you were sleeping out?! I thought someone broke in you ass!" I yelled.
"No you idiot I can home late. Get up."
Again I heard more footsteps.
"Ok seriously who is that now?" I said annoyed.
Ethan comes walking in, smirking at me looking down, because I was still under the table.
"Well don't you look pretty," he said.
I just stared at him blankly, and yeah, I was still under the table, messy hair, no pants on.
"Can you both leave please so I can eat breakfast in peace."
"It's 12:30." Tom said while walking out. "Get ready we're going out to eat."
"What? Me?" I said confused. He was serious about us all hanging out. Oh no.
"Yeah," he replies in all seriousness. There's no way out of this one. Ethan just looked at me again laughing and I gave him the finger. He was so irritating but I needed him to pay attention to me. He got on my nerves so quick, but it's like I want him to, and I can't make it stop.
