My Immortal - Immortalfox fanfiction boyxboy

Chapter Seven

I wake up happy, which is incredibly bad. If I am happy, that means I don't want to keep the promise that I made to myself. That promise being - not to see Aleks again. I haven't seen him since I went and saw him in the middle of the night, and I like it this way. No conflicting feelings to have to battle when he is in my room.

However, I'm happy and I want to share that with someone. I want to share that with my best friend Aleks. I want him. I know I shouldn't let my feelings get the best for me, but they do. They always do.

I slip out of my room, not trying to be to loud, but not focusing on being quiet either. I want to appear natural to Aleks if he's out here. I peer around the house, but don't see anything which means he must be in his bedroom.

I go back to where his room is and slowly creak open the door and I look in. It's around one o'clock in the afternoon but Aleks is still fast asleep on his bed. He looks peaceful, and innocent. My heart beats slightly faster at seeing him, and I get butterflies in my stomach. I'm nervous to be around him because I'm in love with him. 

"Eddie?" Aleks whispers, stirring in his bed as he says that. 

I let out a little squeak, I didn't notice he had opened his eyes and that he's now awake. "Yes, hi Aleks. Sorry, I didn't mean to enter your room or anything without your permission and you just scared me, I didn't notice you were awake. Sorry, I just-" I'm rambling so I stop talking and just look down at my shoes. 

"It's completely okay, you don't need to apologize." I notice Aleks sit up in his bed. "Do you want to come sit over with me and talk?"

"I, uh, no." I say awkwardly, then thinking it over I immediately switch my answer, "I mean yes! Yes, of course." This is my emotions talking, I'm pushing out the thoughts of Aleks being a monster and a murderer for the thoughts of being happy with him, and with being in love with him. I can do that for at least one day, right?

I go and sit next to him on his bed. He puts his arm around me in a comforting manner and it makes me sigh in a mixture of relief and pleasure. I've wanted him to touch me for awhile, and him putting his arm around me makes me feel better. It makes me feel loved.

I lean against him, putting my head on his shoulder. "Thank you Aleks." I mutter, comfortable now.

"Your welcome. You can come in my room any time, Eddie. I want you in here. I love you." After Aleks finished saying that he leaned down a bit and kissed me on the top of my head.

I don't protest, in fact, I want more. I look up at Aleks with a sly glint in my eyes and I kiss him again, and harder. Aleks doesn't miss a beat and he's instantly kissing me back. 

Soon we are throwing off our clothes and- 

I wake up gasping for breath. I'm drenched in sweat and I'm hard from having that dream.

It's not the first wet dream I've had about Aleks, and it probably won't be the last unless I actually go make out with him and release some of this pint up energy I've had directed towards the thoughts of having sex with Aleks. 

I know I can't actually go make out with him, that would make things to complicated, but it's a nice thought, and I will keep dreaming about it then regardless of what I want.

And what I want? I want to not be in this situation. I want to be away from Aleks, my feelings for him are to strong but my principles and beliefs are saying to not be with a murderer. If only Aleks hadn't killed the Creatures. He fucked everything up. He fucked my life up.

He fucked the Creatures' lives up. 

Sometimes I hate him, but then I think of his stupid grin and his sarcastic comments and I know I will always love Aleks. And in that, I sort of hate myself for loving him. 

One part of my dream was true, though: I haven't seen Aleks since I crept into his room in the night and saw him asleep, and that's killing me. If I could just see him, it might make things better.

Suddenly, my room door opens and in comes Aleks, his hair drenched, a smirk on his face, and his beautiful eyes directed towards me. "Eddie, I'm sorry for not seeing you in awhile. Maybe I overreacted. I miss you so much. Please, come out on the beach with me. Swim with me. It'll be fun, please. I'm begging you."

No, I was wrong. This doesn't make things better. This makes things much worse.

Am I dreaming? I wish I was dreaming.