Missing 13 BoyXBoy

Chapter 16

thank you to everyone who comments! I love reading them, and they really helps to motivate me to continue writing. I have so many ideas for this story, and i get overwhelmed by it sometimes, but I love seeing that you enjoy what I do write. 

Sorry this chapter is a bit short, but I thought that was the best spot to end the chapter. 

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I was so glad Dorian was running late. He said there was some meeting he forgot about, and that his secretary would kill him if he missed it. Although he is the boss, his secretary keeps him in check by handling his scheduling, and he has told me that she can be very scary when she has to do rescheduling. He can certainly be impulsive, so I can only imagine what she has had to put up with. I know that there have been times when Dorian changes his entire schedule or just cancels it because he feels like going on a trip or spending the day at home. He has gotten better at it, but I know when I was younger, she would bust into the house, and drag him out because he had something that he couldn't reschedule.

I'm certainly glad that today was one of those days, because it gave me plenty of time to set up my surprise. I started setting up in the library, thinking it was the perfect setting. The window wall outside gave a great view of the yard, which lead to the forest. I think Dorian actually owns most of the forest to prevent others from chopping it down, which means we have plenty of private land. Just past the tree line, I could see the stars peaking out as the sun set. The sky was already turning blue and purple, tints of red at the top edge of the window.

I was making a pillow fort. We use to do it a lot when I was young, and Dorian always seemed to enjoy it me than me. We would pull up the blankets and tell stories or play board games. Sometimes, he would just hold me in his arms and space out, looking out into the distance like he was stuck in the moment. Some times we would pretend it was a tower standing tall in a castle, and other days it would be a tent, pitched together under the stars with the danger of being attack by lions or tigers or bears (oh my). Dorian would rustle the sheets and make growling noises, and since I was young I would get scared and he would 'protect' me as I would hide closer to him wrapped in blankets.

After I had stuffed the last pillow and fixed the blanket hanging over our head AGAIN, I went to the kitchen to get the snacks together. I knew the snacks were mostly for my benefit, but Dorian liked the taste of some of them so I made enough for me and just a bit extra. I made Tortilla rolls with ham, green onions, and cream cheese, as well as some chips, and dip, and some other unhealthy choices that I'm sure Dorian will make a comment about. He is always worried about my health.

He worries a lot, now that I think about it.

I shuffled around the house, grabbing things we might need. I grabbed extra blankets, some board games, a stack of books from both of our going-to-read piles. There was a tv in the library, though it wasn't used often. Dorian liked to listen to the news sometimes, or I would use it as a speaker for music. Today, I hooked up the Wii, so we could play games, like Mario Smash or Zelda. I still couldn't believe how bad I was at it. I was good at the puzzles, and I was patient with trick mazes, like the ones you had to sneak around and if you got caught, you had to restart, but I was terrible at the boss battles, or the big fights. That's when Dorian would take over, because it was his favorite part of the game. The rest was to extended, and not enough action for him.

I wanted to cover all the bases, and make sure everything was ready when he got home. I looked at the grandfather clock that sat near the entrance of the library and saw that his meeting would be over soon. Since it was going to be a bit longer before he gets home, I decided to settle with my recent books in one of the chairs that wasn't used for the fort. I spent a bit reading, but my eyelids started to feel droopy, and before I knew it, I was sleeping on the chair. If only I hadn't dropped my coffee.

While I was dreaming, I saw myself laying on the chair. It was pretty easy to tell it was a lucid dream. I remembered reading about them in a bunch of different books but have never been in one myself. Though, I hear you usually don't realize your dreaming so that's a bit strange, but I guess anything can happen in a dream. The book I was reading had fallen out of my hands and laid across my chest, about to tumble to the floor, but just stable enough that it would rise and fall with my breathing. I looked at the clock, and the face had disappeared, giving no indication of time. I wondered what else would be different and looked around the room. Everything seemed to be in place, even my newly built fort. But as my eyes scanned the area, I noticed something weird outside, beyond the glass. It was already dark out, and it was hard to see anything with the moon hidden behind dark clouds that rolled across the sky. But I did see something.

Outside, at the edge of the trees stood a figure. I couldn't really make out any details, but the figure seemed to be looking in to the house. No one was supposed to be there though, considering this is Dorian's property. I walked close to the glass, trying to get a better look at the figure that stood outside, without them moving though, they seemed to get closer as I moved up. The clouds behind them seemed to move and shift with us, and the colors changed. There was purple and red that developed the sky, almost looking like fire, trying to burn the stars away. I watched the clouds condense and surround the flames, smoking seeming to suck up the sky as the night seemed to disappear in its midst. Before I could truly question it, the figure seemed to be standing right before me, its face a blur among the colors that seemed to almost surround him. It was almost blinding, but I saw the figures lips, crusted over like they had ben dried to a crisp. I fell back collapsing onto the floor in shock at his sudden appearance. The figures hand rose to the glass as if longing to come in.

The strangest feeling had developed into my chest. I was terrified, I had no idea what was happening, and the sky was blazing, getting more intense with every moment. Although the figure seemed to be the central cause, he seemed just as confused as me, almost lost. The figures fingers reached forward and moved past the glass. They moved through the glass, first their hand and then a knee as they took a step forward. As they shifted through the glass, they seemed to change. The shadows that surrounded the figure were trapped beyond the glass, and as they moved through it, they were revealed to show light skin. I watched in shock as they fully pasted through and changed completely. Those lips that had needed some Chapstick desperately became full and a healthy shade of pink. Blond curls surround the face of a boy around Dorian's age, and brown eyes seemed to look glazed over until they landed on me, collapsed still on the floor.

"Jordan? Thank god your ok!" They said as they launched forward, they embraced my figure, landing on top of me, and seemed to clutch me for dear life. The figure seemed to be shaking, and my hand naturally reached up to comfort the figure. What did I say? What could I say? I felt their tears fall along my shirt. I held this person in my arms until they seemed to calm down. When they had settled, they looked up at me, and placed a hand on my cheek. Their brown eyes seemed to burrow into mine, as if searching my soul.

Suddenly, the figure was gone. I stood up straight and realized I had woken up. I felt lost for a moment, my eyes dazed as I tried to understand what had happened, my breathing fast. I felt a hand snake into mine, which took me out of my shock and I looked over to see Dorian looking at me, his brow furrowed in concern as his eyes flicked across my face, looking for any signs to indicate what happened.

I clutched his hand closer and kissed the top of it.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. I shook my head, looking down at my lap. I could almost still feel the tears of the boy, could almost feel his hair still brushing my neck as he buried himself into my chest.

"It was just a bad dream, I'm fine. Don't worry so much." I said, looking up and scrunching my noise at him poking his wrinkled that formed between his eyebrows. He seemed to relaxed after that.

"so, what's up with the fort?" he asked, deciding to change the subject, though I could tell he wanted to ask about the dream. He must have thought that I wouldn't want to think about it just yet, and he wasn't wrong. But the dream seemed so real.

"I just figured you have been working hard lately, so I think we could use a break." I said, pushing the memories down. We spent the evening play various games and ended the night with stories. Although we had a lot of fun, and my plan to get his mind off work seemed to have worked, I couldn't shake the thoughts of the dream completely.

Who was that? Who was Jason? What happened? What could it all have meant? I just couldn't stop thinking of all the possibilities.