The Lover and The Dreamer

Chapter 4 - Sophie

Chapter 4

Sophie

 

I knocked at Alice's door the next morning and waited for a reply. It didn't come. I knocked quickly again.

"Alice, I know you're in there. Would you please open the door? I don't even know what happened last night. Was it about Mitch and that girl, 'cause I don't know why you would get all ruffled up about that, we're his friends after all, we should be support-" My ramble was cut short as the door flew open and Alice stood there.

Her normally luschious hair, that she has down all the time, is piled up on her head in a messy bun, she is wearing unflattering grey sweatpants, a blue Hollister hoodie, and there are bags under her eyes. Her feet are in slippers and her blue eyes are fired up, looking firece and angry, but at the same time, dead.

"What the heck do you want, Sophie Marie Stark?! Leave me the hell alone! Can't you tell-" She choked and her blue eyes filled with tears. She bit her lip and wiped her eyes quickly.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay..." I trailed off worriedly as I watched her face go from sad and vulnerable to defensive and angry.

"What do you think?" She spat. "I'm fine," Her flat tone told me otherwise but I gulped back my protests and nodded.

"Alright. I'll leave you alone." I walked down the hall slowly and cringed as Alice's door slammed shut.

I went into my creative room and closed the door. My creative room, my place of piece and sanity and calm. The walls are painted a light sunset colour purple, clouds ring the bottom of the wall near the baseboards, with painted on sparkles. The sky has stairs twinkling and unicorns flying and a small castle in the distance on one wall. I know it's little kidish, but it's my place. I made it myself. It has a desk at one wall with a super comfortable chair, a big picture window facing the backyard with a blanket and pillows, and four beanbag chairs arranged in a corner. Paintings and drawings adorn the walls as well, but there is one picture that is the most special. A drawing of a teenage boy, with slightly curly hair falling into his eyes. He's wearing skinny jeans and a plaid elbow length shirt. There's a necklace with half a heart charm around his neck and he's smiling. He's standing on the porch of a house holding the hand of a girl. Not any girl. A familiar girl. To be exact,

Me.

I'm wearing a yellow sundress that reaches just above my knees, and my brown hair is slightly wavy, the nicest it's ever been. I'm wearing a pair of sliver flats and there's a pink bangle around my wrist. Around my neck, is the other half of the heart necklace and I'm smiling.

My hope, my wish, my dream, right there as a drawing. This handsome boy was not a once boyfriend, long ago, nor a brother or cousin. He simply is a figment of my imagination. A boyfriend, the perfect boyfriend, in my world in my head. He is perfect. Always caring, always making me feel important. But he will forever stay a wish, a hope, a dream, just slightly out of my grasp.

I looked away from the drawing and plunked onto my favorite beanbag chair, the pink one. I picked up my laptop and turned it on. As its starting, I stared off into space.

And that's when it hits me.

Alice likes Mitch. That's why she was so upset about him being with that other girl.

"Ohmigod," My eyes widened and I gasped.

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A/N: Can anyone say DRAMA?! Gettin' juicy, huh?

I just want to say thank you to every who's read this so far.

What do you think of Sophie?

-The Writer <3