Pewdiecry: Dimensions

Dreams

A/N: Yay Em's turn :D!!!

Felix's POV

"Sweetie, are you sure you will be okay for the time being?" My mother asked for the thousandth time. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in annoyance, watching her zip up her last minute items into her purse.

Seriously, why has it been so difficult for me to tell my parents to leave already? Usually thy would've been out the door at the notice of a new mission, only leaving a note as their substitution for the short amount of a few weeks or a month.

I should be happy at the sudden attention, but now that I have it right now, it was getting old way too fast.

I quickly nodded my head at my mother's recent question as we slowly made our way towards the door where my father awaited.

"Yes, mother, yes. I'll be fine." The slightly smaller woman frowned and continued asking questions as if I just said "No, I'll be horrible and trash the place while screwing the whole entire population on the couch." I continuing answering each question thrown at me as I basically shooed my mother out of her room.

"Yes, mom, I'll be sure to clean the-" My words cut off as I focused on the unusual amount of luggage next to to door. There was always the huge navy blue and purple bags sitting on the wood flooring, but no, there was atleast six suitcases next to my father's feet.

"Uh, guys...?" I asked, confusion written all over my face. "Son..."My father spoke up, walking over to me and placing a hand on my shoulder. "This mission might last longer than we hoped."

I raised an eyebrow. "Exactly how long?" A sigh of despair left my father's mouth. "A year..."

Icy blue eyes widened as I switched my gaze back-and-forth, only receiving the same solemn expression from my parents. "A-are you serious?" I choked out.

My mother nodded softy and walked over to hug me, her blonde head barely reaching underneath my chin. I accepted the warmth and hugged her back. I looked over to my father to see his gaze down to the floor, most-likely deep in thought.

"Felix." My father said as he lifted his head up to me; icy blue eyes meeting each other in sadness. My mom stays in place as I listened to my father's little speech.

"I'm sorry that we haven't been the best of parents and I apologize for it to take us this long to figure out." He began as he slowly walked over to my mother and I.

"Your mother and I never seemed to think you needed us though. As a young boy you were always so independent and smart, so when the government changed we decided to take the job because we knew you'd be fine without us around as much. I guess we just took that too far and never payed any real attention to you."

Tears welled up in my eyes as he hugged us, making our own little group hug. I felt my mother's tears staining my shirt, but I didn't mind at all. I think we all needed this. We were all misunderstanding each other this whole time. My parents didn't abandon me, they thought I didn't need them as much anymore. I wasn't as strong as they thought, despite being my age, I always wanted to be loved and cared for like a small child, but not over-doing it either.

But sooner or later, we had to pull apart at the huge horn coming from outside. I sighed and gave them a nod, assuring them that I'll be fine; especially since this understanding and sort of bonding moment happened. My mother quickly kissed my cheek and skipped towards the entrance while my father gave me another a hug before following my hyper mom out the door.

I waved and smiled at them as they slowly accommodated their luggage and settled in the car. My mother grinned at me as they slowly moved down the street and out of my sight. A sigh left my mouth as I walked back inside and shut the door behind me.

This was going to be the longest year ever.

Yawning, I checked on the time on my phone. Ah, two-in-the-afternoon, the time I would usually be cleaning. I shrugged and flopped onto the couch. What? I wasn't going to clean. Besides, I have a whole year to do them, there was no rush at all.

My eyes drifted close at the softness of the couch and I slipped into a sleep full of dreams.

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My eyes snapped open and I instantly sat up, rubbing my sore eyes. As soon as the blurriness faded out of my eyesight, I immediately stood and ran upstairs to my room. I kneeled beside my mess of books and notebooks and blindly tried searching for my notebook specifically for this type of thing.

My hand soon brushed over it and I picked it up, flicking through to find a blank page, a pen in my mouth as I did so. Ink met paper as soon as I found one and I quickly scribbled down the dream I just had in as much detail as I could remember.

My messy handwriting was barely legible, but it was enough to keep me sane, so I quickly set the blue pen down and stared at my writing. I read it over, as well as imagining my dream as I went along, my red cheeks being noted also.

A masked man with the most lucious lips and softest hair I could ever imagine was kissing me as I sat on his lap. His lips had found their way to my neck where they sucked and I couldn't help but let out a moan.

"Do you like that, Felix?" He whispered huskily against my neck. I nodded furiously and he chuckled pulling away and facing me with his expressionless mask.

"If you want more, I suggest you come find me."

I tilted my head in utter confusion. "Don't worry, you know exactly how." He whispered before kissing me and that's when I woke up.

I plopped onto my bed and stared at the pages in confusion. For one, I was not gay, so why did I enjoy it? And secondly, what did he mean by 'come find me'? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

I sighed, looking up at my ceiling, giving my recent dream a lot more attention compared to my others.

I mean, was there really any point to overthinking a dream that my twisted mind could've easily conjured up? It made no sense in finding a person that most-likely does not exist. And it does not make sense that I was kissing a guy. I haven't had a girlfriend in a while, so that can be a reasonable answer to all this.

Yeah, that makes tons of sense.

I let out a breath of relief I didn't know I was holding in before sitting up and looking around.

Well crap, now I have to clean.