Let's Pretend We Never Happened

Chapter 18- Landon's Friends

Chapter 18- Landon’s Friends

Warning: this chapter has some swearing (again, in my books shit isn’t a bad word) since...well, you’ll find out xxx

I was having weird dreams.

They weren’t about Brennan. Nor Landon as a matter of fact.

After what seemed like years, but in fact was probably only a few months, I was having a dream about my mother.

This one especially wasn’t like the ones I’d had before. The ones that were flashbacks to when I was little and she was still alive.

These ones did not feel analogous, nor did it feel any different.

I was me, at this age and point in my life. In my dream, I’d be sitting in my room in Anne’s apartment, seemingly doing nothing when my mom would walk in, her dark hair kept open as I’d always remember it, her eyes full of passion and excitement, so unlike Anne’s, whose eyes were warm and comfortable. My mother would say ‘Come on Brittany, come on sweetheart, don’t keep mummy waiting.’

Wordlessly I’d follow her, as we’d leave the apartment, me, trying to catch up to her pace even though it looked like she was walking normally, I’d never be able to keep up. After every few steps she’s wait until I was only a few paces behing her, she look up and smile at me, and quietly gesture for me to follow along.

Then, abruptly, she’s stop and look up at a big black building.

“Where are we, mom?” I’d ask.

“Where your answers are, deary.” She’d reply, “You’d think you’d recognize it.”

“I don’t understand.” I’d say, and that’s when she would tell me to open the door to the building.

I’d reach for the handle but the door wouldn’t budge open.

“If I’ve found it, why can’t I open it?” I would exclaim, exasperated and confused.

“Because you’ve always asked for the door, not the key.” She would reply and instantly vanish.

And that’s when I’d notice a keyhole, that wasn’t there before.

I woke up to see my comforter fallen on the ground, the AC up ten degrees more than I was comfortable with. This was Landon’s doing.

I was in a bad mood...maybe it was because of the dream I’d had, or maybe it was because of what today was. Maybe it was both.

“Stupid worthless idiot of a boyfriend.” I mumbled, pulling myself out of the bed and slipping my feet into furry blue monster slippers.

“Landon honest to god, why can’t you be content with the average temperature to put the air conditioning on?” I blabbered as I opened my room door and walked into his room, only a few steps away.

There was no Landon in sight. In fact, shockingly enough, his bed was made.

Landon’s bed was never made. Mine wasn’t either, but that was beside the point.

He couldn’t seriously be gone off somewhere, could he? What an inconsiderate jerk.

“Okay Landon where the hell are you? At least you could do me the pleasure of being available when I want to yell at your stupid fac...” As I walked into the living room, I was relieved to find Landon, although slightly annoyed to find he wasn’t alone.

I could literally not have one moment alone with him.

Beside him was Malik, expectedly.