Dreams

Chapter 12

It was an hour long drive, he said so when I had asked him. I didn't even notice I fell asleep half way through it. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead"

I try to figure out the owner of this voice. Tristan. And why my neck hurts so much. Because I fell asleep in his car.

"We're here," he says again.

I rub my eyes as he gets off the Audi. This happened because I didn't get my routine nap today. Wait. Did I just sleep without any dreams/nightmares? What the fuck? Lauren Goode had no dreams while sleeping. No fucking dreams. And it was impossible that I forgot my dream or something because I don't! This has never happened in the 17 years of my life. It's literally a miracle. Weird.

I brush off the thoughts, I don't need to be struggling with my mind right now. That can be done later. I get out of the car focusing on the house in front of me. Another shock.

"You live here?"

"I guess?"

"You live in a goddamn castle?" It was huge!

"I am a prince after all" he fans himself dramatically.

I roll my eyes. "But seriously, I never thought you'd be living in one of these kinds of houses.. I mean, it's a fucking mansion, it's so big!" I exclaimed with disbelief. Okay, his looks do say he's from a wealthy family or whatever but I didn't expect this.

"Are you going to come in?" He says, trying to unlock the door.

"Shit" he curses under his breath.

"What?" I ask. No respond. He's struggling to open the door.

"What?!" I ask louder. Still no respond.

"Tristan Ross, don't tell me you got the wrong keys!"

"I got the wrong keys" he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Please tell me there's someone in there who can open the door"

"Let me see, my brother is at work and won't be back till eleven and... Nope"

"What about your parents?"

He tenses up. "They're not here" he says flatly.

"What do you mean?"

"They're not here in Brooklyn" he isn't replying properly and I assume it's some personal issue, and it'd be better to drop this.

"Don't you have some maids or something in there?" I ask, I mean he's got this big house, this beautiful car, he's definitely got some maids or whatever, right?

But instead, he just chuckles and shakes his head.

"Okay, you got the wrong opinion about me. We don't have 'maids', my sister-in-law, Kimberley, does everything, and she just doesn't like having maids, Troy even asked her if she needed help but she says she doesn't like depending on someone for her housework"

"Your brother is married?"

"Duh"

Wow, we've been friends for a month and don't have any idea about each other's family or anything. But then again, he's so private about everything, so I don't bother asking him stuff too.

"You don't even feel the slightest bit bothered about this whole situation" I say, controlling my emotions. I wanted to slap him across his face. Better yet, I wanted to rip out his eyes and then slap him across his face just so he could see me slapping him.

"We still have the car, we can go somewhere else"

"Tristan Ross, I am not going anywhere with you right now, I hate you so much!" I say a bit too loud for my own liking.