Tennis Shoes are my Glass Slippers

Chapter 41

  I sat there in awe as Alex cried and cried and cried. She just couldn't stop, just like my mind couldn't stop racing. I felt tears running down my face, and my legs were already wet from Alex's tears. Finally, i lifted up Alex's head to mine, and, had head lay on my shoulder. Her sobbing became silent, but her tears still flowed. I sat there, my eyes were watering and they couldn't stop themselves. Once Alex composed herself, she then looked at me and stroked a lock of her hair away from her face.
"My brother had to get a job, so that he could help our Mom with financial issues. He got sick when he started to work, he was working at a factory, and came home. He started to draw alot. He always wanted to be an artist. He drew these amazing pictures of people that he has seen in his dreams." she spoke. She sounded in awe, i guess that even the sound of his drawings brought back so many happy memories. I smiled.
"Yea, Noah was wonderful. He always cared for me and made me smile. Even when he was sick and wasn't able to leave from the bed, he would draw me stories and they came to life on the paper." She continued. She smiled, but it slowly faded away. She wiped away a slow falling tear.
"But, um, it didn't last as long as i hoped it would." she added. "He passed away almost 3 months after he got sick." she said, she sounded a little clearer after that line.
" I miss him so much, and sometimes i see him. It's weird, but i do see him sometimes. But, that's okay. It's sometimes nice to see him." I stood up and walked to the garbage bag. I dragged it to the bed side.
"Alex, i want you to have these." I smiled. Alex gasped.
"no, no i can't take these from you." she said, looking at the expensive prada.
"Yes, yes you can, and i am going to make you!" I smiled through the tears and shoved them towards her. We wiped away our wet cheeks and ran downstairs to make some dinner. I stuck a pizza in the oven, popped some popcorn, opened a few bags of candy, and grabbed some soda from the basement and set it all out on the coffee table. I turned on Pretty in Pink, and then me and Alex sat down and ate. When the movie was over, Alex was passed out on my shoulder. I snuck out from under her, and gently laid her down on the couch pillow. I grabbed a quilt and layed it over her. I put the candy and drinks away, and put the leftover pizza in the fridge. I walked to my room, and set my alarm and then collapsed in my bed.

This time, my dream was short, and sweet. I was sitting on a love seat with Noah. He was holding my hand.
"i'm sorry about last night, i was having a....um...problem" he stuttered. He smiled though. Then, he asked.
"Please, Poppy. Will you please watch out for my sister?" he asked. i smiled.
"Of course i will." i smiled. I kissed him. It was full of sparks and heart. I knew that this was mean to be. Then tears started rolling down my face.
"I can't" i said. He looked at me, his face was stricken with sorrow.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because, your not real." i cried. He was silent for a moment.
"Of course i'm real, i see you everyday. You just can't see me." he said. I cried. But it ended. The dream was over.