Stolen

Dreams

The two boys carefully crept into Connor's house and carefully shut the door behind them.

"Shit!" Connor whisper-yelled, as for the hundredth time, he accidentally tripped over Angel.

"Damn, that cat really needs a bell," Connor cursed.

They continue up the stairs, straining to hear any other sounds in the house.

Somehow they make it up to his room without any other disturbances and Connor wasn't even sure if his parents were home or not.

But it was late and he did not want to risk it.

He carefully strips, until he is left in his briefs and climbs into his bed, exhausted.

He forgets about everything for a pure bliss moment.

As sleep drags him into it's deep abyss.

'Connor, Connor, Connor, please please pleaaaaasseee. Come over it's very lonely without you," Trenton begs, practically hanging onto the nine-year old boy.

Confused, Connor stares down at his body, it's his own yet he felt as if he were in someone else's.

And it wasn't Trenton's body hanging onto his arm, but his own. He stared at the mirror version of himself, yet when he opened his mouth to speak he sounded like Trenton.

Strange.

He must be in Trenton's point of view, in this weird dream.

Yet he couldn't control himself, it was as if he were just watching through "Trenton's" body.

And this felt all too familiar...

"I'm sorry Trenton, but my sisters have a band concert today and I have to go," the "other Connor" apologizes.

Trenton (or Connor) pouts in response and they continue to walk to the pick-up section of  the elementary school.

They both sit down on the steps waiting for their rides.

A familiar black truck pulls up along the curb, and a tall man wearing jeans, a red flannel shirt, and sunglasses, steps out.

The man approaches the two sitting boys and removes the pair of sunglasses from his face.

Mr. Franklin smiles down at the two boys and reaches out his hand toward Trenton.

"I can walk by myself," Trenton...or Connor...says.

'Ah forget it this is to confusing, I'm just referring to myself as Trenton,' Connor thought.

Mr. Franklin's smile falters as he pulls his hand away. He scratches his beard as if in thought.

Without another word he turns around and walk back to his car and reluctantly, Trenton follows and waves back at Connor.

Trenton turns and watches Connor, until he fades out of sight.

The last thing he sees is the unnerving grin of the tall man wearing jeans, a red flannel shirt, and sunglasses.

Connor wakes with a start.

That felt a little to real for him.

The suns rays filtered into his room from the window and he noticed two things:

One, he had woken up literally one minute before his alarm went off.

Second, Trenton was no where in sight.

He quickly shut off his alarm before it blared it's annoying wake up call. Honestly his alarm scared the shit out of him. He had the default alarm on his phone and every time he heard it he would jump about a foot in the air because it reminded him of terrible, early mornings.

Connor figured Trenton hadn't gotten himself into serious trouble, so he wasn't too worried. Still trying to rub the remnants of sleep out of his eyes, he makes his way to the bathroom.

He sleepily starts the shower and strips the remaining of his clothes before he steps into the hot spray of the water.

He closes his eyes, just letting the feeling of the droplets falling onto his skin, consume him.

He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and rubs his face with his hands.

"Ugh, why me?" Connor said aloud, listening to his voice bounce off the tile walls.

He buried his face into his hands, breathing deeply.

All of sudden he felt the rush of cool air, as the the curtain to the shower was opened.

"Connor, I just gotta s-" Trenton starts.

"Holy shit, TRENTON WHAT THE FUCK!" Connor yells, nearly falling.

"I'm sorry!!! Sorry, sorry, sorry," he says, fleeing the room.

'Wow what the hell just happened' Connor thought.

When he finished his shower he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped back into his room to find Trenton sitting on his bed, with his hands clasped in his lap and his head bowed.

"What in the actual fuck," Connor says, making Trenton's head snap up.

"I-uh..." Trenton says, trying to think of some excuse.

"What was so important, that you decided you need to tell me while I was butt naked, in the shower?" Connor asks, crossing his arms.

"Well..." Trenton says, scratching the back of his head.

"Well?" Connor asks, narrowing his eyes.

"I-I just tasted your mom's pancakes and I hadn't tasted homemade food so good in a long time," he finally says.

"Are you telling me, that you barged into the bathroom to tell me this? Not because my mom was getting murdered by a serial killer, but because she makes the damn best pancakes on the entire neighborhood!?!!?" Connor exclaims, exasperated.

"Well I didn't-" Trenton starts.

"You didn't what? You didn't know I was showering? You didn't hear the water running? You didn't notice how I wasn't in my room?" Connor fires back.

Trenton just sits there at a loss, opening and closing his mouth, but unable to actually form any words. Color tinges his cheeks and his ears turn bright red.

Whenever Trenton got embarrassed, which was rare and he meant rare, yes his face would turn pink but his ears of everything, would turn red.

"I mean I get it, I'm irresistibly sexy to all human beings, but at least come up with a better excuse," Connor says, breaking into a huge grin.

Trenton laughs awkwardly, almost startled by Connor's sudden change in direction.

"Let's just forget about it, I mean my mom's actually cooking for once, let's get a taste of those pancakes," Connor says, while searching for something to wear.

Connor could feel Trenton's eyes following him and without turning around.

Before he had finished changing, Trenton left the room and throwing on the rest of his clothes, Connor hastily followed.