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eleven

chapter eleven

i awoke in a field of daffodils. the warm yellow colours filled my line of vision, sweetly contrasted by the bright blue sky above me. stretching, i stood up, feet shakily steadying themselves. looking around, i noticed shane was not hear. my heart rose to my mouth, eyes almost glossing with tears. surely my kiss with him wasn't my last ever dream?

'ryland!' i heard a yell. my head snapped towards the noise, eyes graced by shane, who stood amongst the flowers, cheekily smiling. i exhaled in relief, shoulders drooping as he grew closer. 'why do you look so worried?' his voice was soft and gentle, like velvet.

i shrugged, not wanting to bring up the whole you're not real situation. 'i thought you were gone.' i replied truthfully, and he broke out into another grin, raising his arm.

'i just went to grab the picnic from the car.' my eyes fell onto the wicker basket that was hanging from his fingers. 'you looked all peaceful in the flowers. did you fall asleep?'

'no, just dozing.' i answered shortly, following him towards a clearing he was speaking about. apparently there was draping blossom trees, lavenders sprouting from the ground, completely shielded and hidden from everyone. soon, the trees grew pink like candy floss, just like he had said, grass growing softer under my feet. i was wearing something i would never dare to since a few weeks ago; high waisted ripped boyfriend jeans and a mint green t shirt tucked in.

i could still taste the alcohol on my tongue from the party. morgan had suggested that garrett, drew and andrew stay the night since our parents were away. too drunk to argue otherwise, i had obliged and payed for our uber home. the driver had frowned at our tipsy state, but didn't question our age due to garrett's height and mature features.

shane carefully placed the basket onto the grass before throwing a blanket across the mossy undergrowth, sitting down. i followed, laying on my stomach as he did, watching as he unpacked the food he had brought. a punnet of fruit and clotted cream, doritos and dip, small triangle sandwiches, and finally two bottles of beer were laid out amongst the baby blue fabric.

shane ripped off the packaging, dipping a strawberry into the sweet sugared cream before popping it into his mouth, muttering how good they were. i tried one and let out a satisfied sigh, agreeing with him. everything tasted better in my dreams. soon, we couldn't stop ourselves, munching down the tiny sandwiches until they were gone, dipping potato chips into sour cream sauce and crunching them between our teeth.

i reached into shane's bag, using the bottle opener to crack open the beers, hearing the now familiar hiss before passing the refreshment over to shane. he thanked me with a grin, and i stared shamefully as he wrapped his lips around the top of the bottle, not even wincing as the bitterness slipped down his throat. not breaking my gaze, that he was unbeknownst to, i did the same, letting the sour liquid encase my tastebuds.

'so what did you do last night?' shane asked, leaning on his elbows and fluttering his pretty eyelashes at me. they were long and dark, almost looking fake.

smiling back, i thought of the intoxicated hours previous. 'i went to the beach with my sister's group of friends and her boyfriend. it was really good.' i answered, staring into his sea green eyes.

'when do i get to meet said friends?' he questioned and rolled onto his stomach once more, dipping his head back and placing a cherry on his tongue. i blushed, staring at my feet.

'oh.' he said bitterly and let out a dry laugh. 'these friends are in the real world, aren't they? unlike me.' i guiltily looked up, watching him fumble with the hem of his oversized grey t shirt which he'd paired with black jeans. he had a sour look on his face, almost hurt.