One Shots and Short Stories

Dreams

So I wrote this story in the car today. It has two different endings which are labled "one" and "two" and they are both very different. They both continue from the "~~~" at the bottom of the section below. Enjoy.

I sat on passenger side of an old Cadillac convertible. My feet were covered by black knee high socks and were resting on the worn gray dash board. We hadn't been driving more than twenty minutes down the LA coast, and my Arizona Sweet Tea was already half gone. Katy Perry's "Roar" was blasting in my ear phones as we drove.

Although my half shaved black hair was neatly tucked into my matching black Neff beanie, the wind from the down top whisked across my face and ruffled my bangs. My high wasted shorts pressed gently against my stomach and the tail I kept clipped to my keys tickled my exposed skin. My phone quietly beeped and chimed with texts from my best friend and notifications from Twitter.

The person driving was my partner of two years. They were all that I could ask for in a person: smart, funny, beautiful, driven, sweet, caring, protective and above all understanding. But I was not all that they needed. I was feeling particularly less than onthis Tuesday evening as we drove along-side the ocean. Nothing seemed to be going my way lately and it was really taking it's tole on my self-confidence. My mom was being unnecessarily picky about everything I did. My sister was away more and more. And the future seemed to be bearing down on my shoulders far too much to be comfortable with. Old habits had been picked up by not only me, but the people that I loved so dearly.

I was lost in the voices in my headphones that I almost didn't noticed their hand on mine. A hand on my hand on my scared thigh. But I do, and I look toward the driver into very sad eyes. I remove my headphones and am swallowed by the sound of crashing waves.

"You need to let me in..." They say, giving my hand a light squeeze. "Let me hear what you are listening to?" So I connect my phone to the cars stereo and turn the volume up as loud as it would go.

"You're gonna hear me roar! Louder louder than a lion, cuz I am the champion. And you're gonna hear me roar!" A smile creeps across their face as we both start singing at the top of our lungs. We make it to a long, straight stretch of road and I undo my seatbelt and start to stand in the seat of our moving car. I hold onto the windshield to get my balance, and then let go. Holding my hands outstretched to my sides, my black lace kimono floats in the wind.

"You're gonna hear me roar!" We scream together as the song ends and I fall back into the cushion of the chair.

~~~

ONE

"I don't think you understand how much I love you." They say, taking my hand once more. I just look down at our joined hands as far too many thoughts race through my head.

That time we danced in the fair in London. The week we spent following Warped Tour last summer. The song we wrote about Canadian maple syrup. Last night, when we sat on the roof and watched the stars for hours. All the memories that we shared together seemed so perfect but now, in this car, it wasn't.

"How do I make you understand that no matter how bad things get, I'm not going anywhere?" I don't know how to answer that. "You are perfect and I know you don't see that, but I do." Those last words seemed to be all I needed.

"I am a lion. And you're gonna hear me roar." My words came out as a whisper in time with the song.

"You are my little lion and I love you."

"And I love you." I reply.

TWO

But the chair wasn't a chair. And the falling wasn't real. My eyes snap open after the feeling of falling has faded. I am still in my bedroom. I am still trying I sleep in an uncomfortable bed in my BryanStars T-shirt. I am still single and rightfully so. But what was real was the beeps and chimes of my phone with texts from my best friend and notifications from Twitter. Bryan favorited my tweet and my best friend responded to my text of "Goodnight ugly :3" with a  "Goodnight fuckface <3"

Katy Perry's "Roar" is still playing in my headphones, just like when I fell asleep. Then I read the notification from Twitter. It's a message...from the person in my dream. "Hey beautiful" it reads.