Am I Dreaming?

Smokey Memories

It all felt so surreal. Like a dream. But it wasn't. It was real. Oliver loves me and I love him, but, at this point, I have no idea what we are.
As soon as I was allowed out of the hospital, I picked up my phone and texted my friend Grace, whom I haven't spoken to in about 6 months... I miss her.
I text her in all capital letters explaining my dream, how it came true, what happened with Trent, and, most importantly, about Oliver kissing me. I tell her what it felt like and how nice it was to be held. How comforting he was, from his strong arms to his heavenly-smelling cologne. And then, I brag about getting my first kiss before her.
We talk for hours and hours. Grace and I make a bigger deal about the moment I shared with Oliver than it is. We caught up and then Grace tells me something incredible. She's  moving back here! I am going to see the friend I've had since grade 1 every day instead of once or twice a year. I am ecstatic! Two weeks is all either of us have to wait until we live in the same town again.
In the morning, I wrap my knee that I'd hit off of the gym floor during that basketball game, finish getting ready for school, and head out the front door. As I open it, I'm greeted by Oliver, about to knock.
We walk to school together, talking and laughing like nothing happened. I like still being able to talk to him without anything being awkward. I can tell he appreciates our conversations, too.
After school, Oliver offers to walk me home.
"We go in completely opposite directions. It's too much trouble for you." I say, concerned. "Besides, I'd hate for you to get home too late. I'll text you later."
I walk up to him, stand on my toes, and kiss his lips gently. I walk away before he says anything, trying to swallow my beating heart.
I'm about halfway home, when I see a figure leaning against a brick wall. Someone I thought I'd never have to deal with again.
Trent.

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     Dressed all in black, smoking, Trent stares down at his shoes, almost like he's waiting for something... or someone. I cross to the opposite side of the street and continue walking home, with my head down. I had a feeling that if he started a fight, this time, adrenaline wouldn't be enough to keep me alive.
     I got home, and answer any questions from my parents with a grunt. After unpacking my backpack, I silently climb the stairs, turn into my room, and close the door.
Instead of texting Oliver, I decide to video call him. He answers after the second ring and I instantly feel calmer when I see his face. We finish our homework together and then I tell him about Trent. I tell him that it looked like he was waiting for something.
I tell him I think he was waiting for me.

Why was Trent leaning against a wall where Lauren walks to get home? What is he waiting for?
Or who?