Illusive

Chapter Eight

"Do you drink?" She asks me under the starlight. The moon hovers above us in the dark sky and it's light reflects in small gleams off the river.

"Not often, a wee bit here and there," I nonchalantly say and shrug my shoulders. She moves her hand and twists the bottle cap onto the glass vodka bottle. She tosses it gently towards me and I catch it as it hits my chest with a barely audible thud.

I ponder the possibility. I could take a swig and be done or I can take a large gulp or I could even hand it back. I could do a lot of things.

"Are you gonna have some?" She questions pressingly as she lies on her back and doesn't spare me an inch of her focus from the stars in the sky.

I twist the cap open and the glass cools my lips as they connect. I tip the bottle up and pour a big swig of the burning liquid down my throat and lower the bottle once again. My eyes squint as my body shivers at the strong taste of the liquid that I am considerably unfamiliar to.

She reaches her hand up to retake the glass bottle after removing her hand from the back of her head.

"Atlas? I have a question," My heart gradually accelerates as she randomly starts speaking as I now lie beside her as well.

"Yeah?" I ask as my eyes close gently and reopen to the sight of a beautiful sight of the glowing night sky and stars with a beautiful girl by my side.

"What are we?" She gently sits up and shifts her petite frame over to me slowly as I continue to lie there.

I hesitate and ponder the answer, "I'm not quite sure, what do you think Skye?"

"Well," She slowly leans down until our faces are a couple inches apart: no more, no less, "I think we're friends."

My heart drops and accelerates in my stomach but her lips start moving again and I focus on her smooth voice rather than the pounding in my ears. She whispers, "But I think we should be much more than friends."

Her lips seal the space between us as she gently presses her lips onto mine, my eyes shut and I can't imagine a better night than this.

I crunch inwards at impact in my stomach and open my eyes to a bright light. My vision blurs out of focus then back in. A small figure with blonde pigtails lies on my stomach.

"Attyyy!" Lily drawls. I slowly drag my arms and tickle her sides, high-pitched squeals invade my ears.

"Oh Lils, get out of here," I chuckle with my morning voice as she squirms off my bed and her little feet prance out of my room with little pitter-patters in fear of more tickles.

I groan, it's Friday morning. Hey, at least the week is almost over. I slowly drag my heavy limbs to the side of the bed and I feel unnormally hazy. I drag myself over to the bathroom and I'm faced with my reflection as I hunch over the bathroom counter.

My eyes meet my own in a trance and I shake my head and stand back up. The dream felt so real. I turn on the taps. Maybe it wasn't a dream. Water is ice cold to the touch of my fingers. Who am I kidding, of course it was. I flick the water at my face. I wish it wasn't a dream.

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"Yes, the formula. X is equal to negative B, plus or minus the square root of B squared minus four AC, then all over two A," I reassure Gigi as she puts her head down to do the math equation.

"Atlas, I really hate math," She mumbles with her eyes still stuck to the page and pencil scrawling across the page.

"Me too, Gigi, me too," I say with a chuckle as I patiently wait for her to finish one of the last few questions of our entire study time. We've been at this coffee shop for probably two or three hours studying for exams. Well, me helping her study for her exams.