Tranquility ✧ Syndisparklez

Week Three

"Jordan..."

"Jordan... Wake up, you're having a nightmare or something..."

"Jordan, please wake up."

Soft lips pressed against my forehead.

"Jordan..."

I opened my eyes, the morning sun was leaking in through the blinds. Tom hovered above me, one hand propped against the bed, supporting his weight, the other wrapped around my waist.

"Jordan?"

"'Mornin'," I mumbled, groggily.

"Good morning," he smiled, his warm body pulling away from mine. We laid in silence for a while, staring up at the ceiling fan. The blades spun around in circles, around and around and around. I focused on one blade, following it as it turned. My head spun, I felt like I would puke if I continued, so I lightly shut my eyelids and listened to the quietness of the room.

"Sorry for waking you," Tom finally whispered. "You were talking in your sleep... And crying. I didn't really like seeing you like that..."

"It's fine," I whispered back. It's been three weeks since Tom has "moved in." He goes to therapy sessions with me, records Twitch streams with me, eats with me. We started doing everything together.

He keeps an eye on me, especially when I go to sleep. The more I stop hearing my other personalities' voices, the worse my nightmares get. Although, I still have some contact with my other personalities. In fact, I get to see them in some of my dreams, and interact with them... But those are only the good dreams.

In the good dreams, I gossip with Sonja, a very pretty girl, with soft greenish eyes and brown gradient hair. She was kind, and funny. Tucker always tried to get in a relationship with Sonja, but she doesn't fall for it. He honestly doesn't stand a chance with her. Tucker always gives up trying, and goes somewhere else to play video games. He's taller than I am, with a slimmer face and a scrawnier build, yet he's still stronger than me some how.

But then there's the bad dreams, where I'm a teenager again, faced with my father and his hate towards my old boyfriend and I-

I swallowed thickly, trying to clear my thoughts.

"You wanna talk about it?" Tom asked, his fingers twitched against mine.

"Not really."

"Okay. That's perfectly fine, Dr. Andor said you'd talk about it when you feel comfortable enough to," Tom said, yet I could still hear a hint of disappointment behind his words.

How weird is this?

One guy who is part girl, part unsure of his sexuality, and part homophobic, and one gay guy are laying in a bed together. Sounds like the beginning of a joke.

I wonder what the punch line would be.

"Ya know," Tom choked out, his voice slightly cracking. "When I first moved here, I didn't know anybody... You were the first person who talked to me. A-And now that I'm done with my online classes and stuff, I think I want to move here."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah... Because, I don't really have a ton for me back home. Like, sure, my sister and my family are back home, and whatever... But, I didn't really have a ton of friends or anything," Tom explained.

"You should move here, that'd be fun."

"You think?"

"Yeah."

Tom thought for a little bit, his hand twitching against mine once more. "When was the last time you wrote in your journal?"

"Ever since I wrote that Chinese," I mumbled.

"Andor is gonna kill you," Tom started laughing.

"Yeah... I know," I rolled onto my side, to face the giggling man beside me.

He mirrored my actions, turning towards me as well.

"You have really pretty eyes," I blurted out without thinking.

"My eyes are literally just like yours."

"Yeah... So?"

"So your calling yourself pretty?" Tom teased.

"I never said you as a whole are pretty. I just meant your eyes are pretty."

"Mhmmm."

"What?"

"Nothing," Tom raised an eyebrow.

"A'ight," I sighed, rolling onto my back again, neither of us saying another word.

"Jordan, you know what flirting is, right?"

"Um... Yeah. Why?"

"Just makin' sure."