Life with Franta

chapter 12

"So she just basically had a life with you in a whole dream?" I hear Ricky questions. I nodded.

"And it's not like I don't wanna be rude, but I had no other choice. There's something wrong with her. I used to like her but-" Ricky cut me off with a questioned look.

"But what?" He asked. He looked nervous, but I did too. I didn't know how I actually felt about Mackenzie. Everything became so awkward between us with her first dream, I don't know what else to do.

"She thought I was depressed in the dream. We were maried, and all of o2l lived in LA together. The dream involved me being gay, and being suicidal. You were gay too Ricky. My life was in danger. She explained it all, but it all seemed so real to her." I explained.

"So, you just left?" He asked me.

"Yep."

"What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know. She knows my secret now, but I've gotten over it. When she explained everything that happened in the dream I honestly felt bad for her. I kind of ruined her life in it even though it wasn't real. I just don't want to fuck up her life for real." I said.

"You're not going to fuck her life up, Connor. It was all a dream. But something else doesn't make sense." He trailed off. He began to play with his phone. I brushed through my hair, nervously.

"And that is?"

"I don't want to come off rude or anything, but I think she might be mentally insane." Ricky confessed. I looked at him with pure shock. Menal? Nah. Insane? Maybe. It still doesn't clear a lot of questions up.

I didn't want to think about it again, so I just threw my bags onto Ricky's floor and decided to go and get something to eat. I felt pretty guilty just leaving Mackenzie all alone back at SBU, but I didn't have any other choice. Sure it was nice having her as a roommate, but her constantly on my ass about a secret, and her having those crazy dreams involving her crying all the time and waking me up in the middle of the night, I just couldn't do it anymore. I used to love Mackenzie, but not the same anymore. I thought she was a great girl, but after the first date of her ditching me, it just wasn't worth it.

I decided on some mac and cheese, and then started to head back to my dorm. It was a Sunday, so classes resumed tomorrow. I honeslty wasn't ready for this, because I knew I had to face her eventually. Since I liked her, I decided to switch into one of her classes. Even though I didn't really enjoy the class itself, I joined it because of Mackenzie. It's going to be super awkward once we share glances at each other tomorrow morning. I wasn't looking forward to that.

All of a sudden my pocked buzzed signaling I had a text from someone. I opened it up, and surpringly, it was Mackenzie.

From: Mackenzie

Does this mean we're over? Is this what you wanted? I just wish you'd hear me out and let me explain. I'm probably the most fucked up human being for having such dreams, but you are too. You just left me when I was scared. I genuinly thought I was going crazy, but maybe I am crazy. I was crazy to think all of that was actually real, and when I'd go to sleep and wake up it wasn't a dream but reality. Sadly, I woke up this time to be faced with reality and my entire life was a lie. I don't know what else to do Connor. You want me to leave you alone? Congratulations, I'll be happy too. Have a nice life.

xoxo

And suddenly, all the pieces came together. I was being the asshole. I bolted in the other direction to the parking lot, into my car, and raced to SBU before it was too late. I have to get my girl back, even though she wasn't mine for real.

I was sick and tired of Connor's bullshit. My whole life was a lie and I'm pretty sure I'm the fucked up one here. Sure my dad didn't like Connor, but would he really try and hire people to fuck up my life as well as Connor's? Did I really think we'd fall that fast in love and get married a year after all that? Out of all the people on the planet, Connor would be the one depressed and suicidal over a fucking stupid secret? None of it made sense. I didn't know what to do, or what to think. All my friends that I thought I made we'rent real. I had only known Connor for about a week. I barley knew Andrea. I never even associated with Lindsay or Acacia. I didn't know Ricardo or any of the boys I had in my dreams. And hell, I don't even know if Connor was actually a YouTuber. It seemed like every fucking thing going on in my life was a lie, all because of a fucking dream.

And Life with Franta, became so much fucking harder, especially when he was really apart of my life anymore.