Sweet Dreams

Chapter 10 - Maybe

(Allison's POV)

Around 6, I walked over to Lilly's house, a couple neighborhoods away. It was about a half mile walk, so I had some time to think. I was still a little down about school today. Firstly, it seemed like everyone was whispering about me, saying I was clingy and obsessive. Rumors like that usually come from a seed of truth, so I couldn't help but assume that maybe Cameron didn't like talking to me as much as I liked talking to him.

Maybe I was annoying.

And secondly, when I indirectly asked Cameron what he thought of me, he just confirmed my fears. It was the nervous mumble in his voice when he avoided the question. That mumble just made everything come crashing down. A heavy weight rested in my heart, pulling me down. My eyes teared up just thinking about it.

Soon, I reached Lilly's house. It was a cute Victorian beach house with a wraparound porch. I let myself in, squeezing through the screen door. "Lilly?" I yelled upstairs. I grabbed a yellow banana from her kitchen counter.

Footsteps thudded down the stairs quickly. "Hey girl," she said with a big grin. "Want to chill here for a little and head over for the sunset?"

Lilly lived really close to Seafair, so it would be a 2 minute walk, tops. I loved Lilly's life. She had a beautiful house, a close family, and an amazing boyfriend. Not to mention she was gorgeous. She had straight, glossy brown hair that tumbled down her back. She had irritatingly perfect skin, and light hazel eyes. When she smiled, her whole face seemed to glow. And she was incredibly friendly, with connections to every social group.

Maybe I was a little jealous.

We played some ping pong, played the ukelele, and touched up each other's makeup. Lilly and I had such a comfortable relationship; we both trusted each other completely. And we both loved to joke around.

Before I knew it, the sky was tinted pink and orange. Thick sorbet clouds clung to the horizon line. "Ready, Ali-bear?" Lilly asked me with a twinkle in her eye.

We entered the warm, humid evening, slamming the screen door behind us. I swung my right arm around Lilly's thin shoulder. "Ready, Lils," I said with a grin.

(Cameron's POV)

Chris and I arrived two hours after sunset. By this time, the party was in full swing. Most people were buzzed, and the club music pumped out of portable speakers. Fires blazed on the sand. People crowded around, laughing, talking, drinking. One couple was making out against a palm tree. Others were in the water, surfing or swimming.

"Cameron!" A giggly, high voice called out. The voice belonged to a girl with dirty blonde hair. She was sort of plain, but she had huge boobs. She stumbled towards me.

"Hey, whats your name?" I asked smoothly.

She came closer, tinging the air with the sour smell of beer. "Does it matter?" she slurred. "Lets have some fun!" Her voice was whiny, but forceful.

I hesistated. "Uh, look..." I said while pulling her hand off of my arm.

She pouted. "Don't tell me you're here for that bitch."

"What bitch?" I said subconsciously, assuming she meant some fan. I scanned the smoky beach, surveying the scene.

The dirty blonde gently tugged my face back to face her. I was beginning to get annoyed. She replied, "That slut Allison. The one you are constantly with. I mean.." she rolled her eyes and swayed to the side, clearly wasted. "I'm your biggest fan." She began leaning closer to my lips.

I backed up and put my hands out in refusal. "She's not a slut, you are," I said angrily. I walked away quiclkly. I felt a twinge of guilt, as I just insulted a fan. But she asked for it. Allison wasn't like the others.

I began searching for some booze. Seafair is a club, afterall, so they didn't want underage drinking on their beach. Of course, it happened anyways. There was always hidden kegs and coolers.

Someone pointed me to a keg in a shed next to the lifeguard chair. I pulled open the shed door to find two figures on the sand. It was dark, but I could hear groans and wails.

Heavy moaning aruptly stopped. "What the hell?" a gruff voice muttered. I quickly shut the door, laughing. Whoops. I found the keg behind the shed. I poured myself a cup and took a swig. The sour taste stung my throat, and I got fuzzy for a second.

"Hey, can I get one of those?" someone behind me asked.

Startled, I turned around. It was Allison. She looked surprised too. "Cameron?" she asked. It was getting sort of dark. She squinted, making sure it was me.

"Yeah," I laughed. "You wanted a..." I gestured to the keg. I began to pour beer into a red cup for her.

She smiled, "If you don't mind." I handed it to her.

"Cheers!" I said, tapping my plastic cup against hers. We both took a sip.

I decided not to make it anymore awkward. I took control of the moment. I grabbed her small hand in mine and pulled her towards the fire. "C'mon," I said gleefully. It was a little random, but she didn't let go.

"What are you doing?" she asked, alarmed.

"We're going to the water!" I yelled. I ripped off my shirt, and she did the same. Our clothes lay on the sand near the fire. She started laughing. I bent down, indicating for her to jump on my back. I gave her a piggy back ride to the water, occansionally tripping in the sand.

This was my way of making up for earlier today, when I didn't tell her my feelings. This was my way of showing, not telling.

We reached the wake. I set her down in the warm salty water. A tiny wave swelled just above our knees. For a second we both just stood there, letting the pleasant ocean surround us. Then Allison pulled my arm, tugging me forward.

"Let's go!" she commanded. She was smiling wide. Her blonde hair still shone in the moonlight. We both surged foward into the warm waves. The wet sand squished under my feet.

Soon, Allison drew a deep breath of air and squeeze her eyes tight. She submerged under water. I waited for her on the surface. After a few seconds, she broke out of the waves, dripping wet and smiling.

I found her hand under water and gently grabbed hold. I felt tingles running up my arm from our touch. I put my other hand around her tiny waist, pulling her closer to me slowly. The silky water was smooth at the touch. Our eyes met, and my heart felt numb from nervousness. I looked into her eyes, then down her nose, and finally to her lips. They were so close. Maybe...