Dreamwalkers

Chapter Six

Chapter Six:

                “Dude, you should have seen your face! It was priceless!” I said, cracking up. Alma, Gavin, and I were at this old record store we always loved to go to, just looking through the CD’s and talking.

                “That was not funny. At all! I smelled like old milk for a week!” Alma replied.

                “Hey, it was your idea. I was completely against going to that dairy farm, but you just had to go and meet that one guy… Richard? Oh, whatever. Anyways, it was basically all your fault.” I said, sending a sly grin over to Gavin. It was always so much fun to get Alma all riled up like this, and I knew Gavin secretly enjoyed it too, though he’d never admit it.

                “How was I to know that there would be a crazy how who doesn’t know how to aim her utters!?!” She cried out. I was about to reply with some snarky comment when I started to feel really dizzy.

                “Oh,” I muttered, losing my balance and bumping into Gavin.

                He grabbed my arm, and pulled me onto one of the chairs that was littered around the store, sitting me down. “Are you alright?” He asked me, worried.

                “Yeah, don’t worry about me.” I said as nausea started to roll over my body. I could hear Alma say something, but I had no idea what she was saying. “I’m… perfectly… fine…” As I said the last word, everything that I’d been feeling disappeared.

                “Oh no! Sarah is going to die and then me and Gavin are going to be all alone and we’ll have to have a funeral and I’ll have to wear a dress and I hate dresses and-“ 

                “Shut up Alma! I’m fine!” I yelled at her, cutting off her little rant. She always did over-react.

                “Are you sure you’re ok?” Gavin asked me. I looked up into his deep brown eyes and nodded.

                “Honestly, I feel fine. I’m probably just hungry or something.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew they were I lie. I knew what had really happened. Iker was trying to visit me. I looked around the store for him, and finally found him. He was standing my a huge wall of records, his stance hard, and his eyes never blinking.

                “Actually guys,” I said, trying to come up with a way to talk to him. “I really need to go to the bathroom.” I hoped up from the chair, and started to head towards the bathroom, but Alma’s voice cut me off.

                “Do you want me to go with you?’ I could tell that they were both still worried for me, but I didn’t have time to deal with it at the moment. If Iker had put me through all that to talk to him when he knew I was with my friends, then it must have been important.

                “No, I’m good.” I said continuing on my walk. “See ya’ll in 5 minutes.” As I opened the door to the bathroom, Iker followed me, and let me hold the door open for him to walk through. I closed and locked the one-person bathroom door, before turning around to face him.

                “What’s wrong?” I asked, seriously worried for him.

                “My people,” He said, his voice sounding panicked. “They’re all in great danger. The only way to save them is if you stay! You must! They can’t all die! Everything will be gone!” I tried to say something, but he cut me off. “That’s all I can say. I must go.” And then he was gone.

                I sat down on the toilet –putting the seat down first – and put my head in my hands. What did he mean by saying his people were in great danger? They had seemed fine to me last night. It didn’t really make any sense , and what he’d just told me didn’t really seem to add up with everything I’d seem. Now that I thought about it, that was a reoccurring pattern…

                I didn’t have any more time to think about it, so I hurriedly flushed the toilet, ran the sink water for a few seconds, then opened the door to meet Gavin and Alma. Whatever was really happening wasn’t good. I could just feel it, and I was about to find out what it was. No matter what it took.