Night Changes (Soon To Be EDITED)

Childhood Dreams

The last time Zane spent the night at my house, we had been prepubescent kids that were terrified to break out of the world we had known and step into a frightening new one.

It took over an hour for my Mom to agree to allow Zane to sleep in the same room as me. Considering the room was the size of the closet of Marcus' bedroom, it wasn't a surprise my mom was concerned. I would be sleeping in the same bed as a hormonal sixteen year old guy that was related to one of the biggest players in our high school. It would be beyond comprehensible if my parents weren't worried.

I waited until Liam was asleep to set him in the bassinet against the wall. My room was far from being big enough for a crib, so my parents had agreed it would be best to use Peter's old bassinet in place of it. As I fixed the small blue blanket beneath him, I could feel Zane's fingertips brush my shoulder. Without looking up, I could see his shadow casted across the baby's bassinet, head bowed. I pulled my hands from his small body slowly and turned so my eyes were on Zane's wet bare chest, drops of water in the shape of tears rolling down it and onto his toned abdomen.

He closed the minute gap between us and brushed his top lip against mine, a quiet chuckle escaping through this parted lips. "What's wrong, Paige? Isn't this what you wanted?"

I pressed my hands into his chest and stumble back. The tall and lean Zane was replaced by the shorter and stockier image of his older brother. Everything about the image of my ex best friend in front of me had my stomach furling into a knot. The lopsided smile, the deep blues that seemed to pulse in his eyes. He was wearing an old black West Side High sweatshirt, his Letterman draped over his shoulder as if he were ready to throw it over my shoulders.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" the voice had changed with his image. The deep, breathy voice belonged to Marcus.

Before I could wrap my head around what was happening or say a word, Mark closed the space between us completely and kissed me. Instinctively, I kissed him back, my hand buried in his russet locks as they had been a couple days ago at the party. It wasn't until he had pushed me back on to my bed and leaned over me that he spoke again.

"When were you planning on telling me?" he questioned breathlessly.

I started to squirm under his grip. "Tell you what?"

"About my son." he nodded in the direction of the bassinet across the room.

I opened and closed my mouth like my brother's pet Goldfish Rowe before shaking my head. I stopped struggling, my heart sinking into my stomach. When he didn't move for a second, I gently moved my leg a fraction of an inch. Slamming my eyes shut, I opened them to find Zane standing over me, hand grasping my shoulder blade as he continued to shake it repeatedly. Rather than looking worried or scared, a smirk flickered on to his face.

I was breathing so heavily and ragged it was had to get a coherent sentence out. "What's so funny?"

"You were having a sex dream, weren't you?" he looked seconds away from collapsing on the bed beside me in a fit of laughter.

"Excuse me?"

"You were moaning, sweetheart." Zane poked my side. "Who was it about?"

Warmth immediately spread through my body as I bowed my head and blushed. There wasn't any way in hell I was going to let him know that he had been part of the dream. I definitely wasn't going to let him know that I had wanted him to move a little closer and kiss me. I would just have to keep telling myself that it had been nothing more than a manifestation of different things in my subconscious and the feeling had been nothing more than that.