A short story inspired from a dream I had. At that point I wasn't having the best of days, and I woke up happy as ever from the dream. That's what inspired me to write this.
Enjoy.
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“Excuse me, Mr. Raven? If you’re going to sleep in my class, at least have the decency not to talk in your sleep.”
Raven woke up startled and confused. The class was laughing at him as he tried to readjust to his surroundings. It was literary theory, and the lecturer was explaining about Sigmund Freud’s criticism about Psychoanalysis. Raven just waved and apologized to the lecturer about the interruption. As the laughter died down the lecture continued and Raven’s mind began to wander once more.
His classmates and the lecturer himself weren’t mad at him, contrary to what you may think, Raven has never slept in any class before. He wasn’t a rebel, or anything of the sort. In fact, everyone found it easy to approach and talk to Raven, he was a nice, easy going, laid back guy that was usually fun to be around.
And yet, something about him was very off today.
“Yo! Raven, what up with you sleeping man? Did you get laid or something last night?” asked Steve, a friend of Raven.
“Hmm? Oh hey Steve.”
“So did you get laid or not?” Raven laughed at his friend.
“No, I did not. Sadly enough.”
“Man! I keep telling you man, you need to stop this good guy act and get it, the fuck, on with a mamasita! Sleeping in class? That’s the first step! Next thing you know, you’ll be callin me like ‘yo motha fucka!’”
Raven couldn’t help but laugh at his friend. Steve didn’t look like it, but he was a reliable friend. He would always know if you were down and always knew how to cheer you up.
“I’ll think about it okay?” Raven replied after wiping off the tears from laughing so hard.
“You better, or else.”
Raven made his way back to his room after parting ways with Steve. He was actually very sleepy, which ironically, was because of his good nature. The night before was draining for Raven. Kelly, a close friend of his had just gone through a hard break up and needed someone to talk to. She lived about 2 hours away from his campus. Two hours after she hung up the phone, right there on her doorstep, stood Raven, with a tub of ice cream, a box of tissues and his ever reassuring smile.
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“All guys are jerks! They all need to die.” Kelly cried out.
“That’s right, why can’t all guys just go to hell!” Raven supported, smiling as he just told himself to go to hell.
“Raven… Why, why do I only date assholes?”
“Shhh, Shhh, enough about those assholes Kelly. It’s over, just let it go.” Raven started as he wiped away the tears on her face. “I’m not gonna tell you about how I told you so, because one way or another, everybody needs to learn for themselves these twist and turns of fate.”
Raven slowly lifted Kelly’s chin so he could see her face. “Forget about him. You’re way too good for that trash anyway.” As he was staring into her eyes, only then did he realize how close he was to her. Her slow, sob filled breathing on his chin, her tear filled eyes, looking deeply into his. Her flushed red cheeks, why was he only noticing all of this now?
