And Dreams Might Win

Chapter 11

"What?" I implored.

"What?" Wyatt repeated.

"Seriously, what?"

"What, What?"

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Because..uh..because, this is a democratic country and I have the rights to freedom which implies I can look at you wherever I want and also I have eyes." Wyatt rejoined rolling his eyes in every direction .

"If this is a bloody democratic country, then I have the freedom to smack your face for looking at me like wanker creep!" I yelled back.

"What on this big ball of life is a wanker creep? I am not wanking off. I am not even close to naked. Why would I be naked? I am not a bit aroused to wank off. You therefore cannot call me a wanker creep, you jelly spaghetti." Wyatt explained.

"What is jelly spaghetti?" I exclaimed disgusted.

"Why can't you be jelly spaghetti if I am being forced to be a wanker creep?" Wyatt retorted.

"Hey wanker creep and jelly spaghetti, do you mind?" Filip grunted indicating a sleeping Elya on his shoulder.

"Come on Filip." Simultaneous grunts were heard.

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"I know!" I was heard exclaiming to temporarily dead people.

Not all were dead. Ivane heard me.

And ignored you.

He doesn't count. He is alive dead.

Vigorously shaking Wyatt and earning a grumpy face, I exclaimed once again "Wyatt, I know why I need a sweater."

Wyatt looked out of the window and turned towards me with an overly-fascinated almost fake face "Well done Vera, how did you guess? Was it the Caucasian mountains' tips covered in dark gloomy clouds or the snowy cape of that mountain there?" He ended with his signature eye roll and scowled bearded face.

Could he be any sexier? He makes me want to grab his bearded face and swat his straight aquiline nose. Then I want to pull his cinnamon brown hair and seal his divine and desirable lips.

Hey gross! Stop it. You muddled woman, just yesterday you had no feelings for this man sitting next to you, frowning at the memory when he decided to let you travel with him. Since I remember the nasty memory of your dream of a guy with grey eyes, I don't understand how this man with glacier blue eyes seems the one you aspire to ravish right after breaking his nose.

I don't know. Stop questioning my intentions. I am only fancying the idea of kissing him passionately, it's not like I will fall in love with him and get married to have beautiful kids because I know he is not the type to settle, ever.

What if you come into his category too, after this first trip of many? Wasn't that all you ever wanted? To travel?

I don't think I will have kids, I feel infertile.

Oh my! Why was I assigned to be your sub-conscious? I wasn't talking about your ability or inability to make little creepy human beings. I was asking, if you wanted to travel or settle?

What a beautiful place!

When will you stop running from yourself woman?

"We are now in Kazbegi. It's an area of high Caucasian mountains. So we will stop at places to see the view." Ivane declared.