I was sure I was dreaming because I am back to the day of Bailey's performance. The only difference was Bailey is nowhere to be seen and Trish is drinking with me by the bar. She was wearing a smirk on her lips while she draws something on my palm. We don't seem to care about anybody who might be seeing us openly flirting. The burning sensation that comes from her fingertips seems to be something physical. I can almost see the electric current running through my veins from my palm. I smile back at her as she continues to stare back at me. I am aware of the blurry edges reminding me that I am in my sleep but I don't want the moment to end so I let it play.
"Aren't you sleepy, Lana?" She asked suggestively. I am not used to sexy talk so I laughed to wave the awkwardness off. I also grabbed her hand to distract her from drawing the invisible artwork on my skin. She looked at me, watching what I got to do with her hand. I bring it to my lips, flipped it over and kissed her palm. She smiled sweetly until she felt my tongue on her hand. Her eyes widen in utter shock. I thought she might be used to something like it. She pulled her hand out of my grip and kept it on her lap. She nervously looked around to check if someone must have been watching us. I laughed inwardly because the gesture I did, come as a surprise. It felt good to smirk.
Then I heard her whispering, "Can you not do that again?"
Another surprise, this time it was unwelcomed. I cannot believe my ears. My impression of her must be wrong then. My smirk faded from my lips as I looked away instead of answering. I was offended. It was not a gesture I am used to doing. It was my first time to do such thing.
"Hey." She called.
I looked blankly at her not wanting the turn of conversation.
"Don't be mad, please? I am just not used to pretty girls doing those things to me. It should always be the other way around. I hope you understand what I mean. I don't mean to offend you in any way." She clarified as she took hold of my hands and looked me in the eyes.
I understood what she meant but still, I am surprised. All along I thought that everybody does it. Shouldn't it always be a give and take relationship? Am I just overthinking again? Maybe she just means not to kiss her like that in public. Who knows? I might have to clear it out again in the future. The question would be "how". I am obviously in a dream turning into a nightmare.
I nodded to show her I understand. I even smiled just to salvage this dream I am having.
"Hey there." Bailey greeted appearing from nowhere. My jaw dropped as I saw her wearing her dance clothes.
"Hey, babe." She then turns to me. Babe? I cannot describe the confusion. Babe? I gently pulled my hand away from Trish's. "So how are you getting along with Trish?" She asked again when she sat beside me on a chair she pulled from another table. Trish was playing it cool, letting me take my time and leaving me gaping as to how to answer.
She lifts her drink and proposes a toast, "For the both of you, happy first month." She says with a sarcastic smirk.
I tried but I cannot and I wouldn't pull my jaw close after it fell seconds ago. Wrong. There must be something wrong. What is happening? A few minutes ago, Trish and I were almost making out. I felt paralyzed. I cannot speak and even if I feel like my mouth has been hanging open, they don't seem to notice or if they do, they don't seem to mind. As if dreams couldn't get any weirder, Trish and Bailey started making out in front of me. Bailey straddled Trish as they were busy locking lips and tongue. It was damn hot for a scene. I should know for a fact because I was aroused and horrified at the same time.
Suddenly, Trish's hand reaches out to me as if encouraging me to join. What the fuck?! I looked at her outstretched hand like it was something abominable to me. Then she persistently motions for me to come, I stared back at them as they do their business.
