Talking Dreams

chapter four

It was about midnight when I finally got home. The Festival ends at 10, an hour drive filled with Jc randomly out bursting to 'keep me awake', and a subway stop later, we were back in town. I had dropped Jc off at his car and lazily waved goodbye, and now was on the road again. Have you ever been so tired that your senses are.. sensitive?  No, it's not just a really bad pun, it's a legit thing. Like when you first wake up and the light is too bright, or in my case, any kind of music is too loud. It was only a five minute drive on a mainly straight road. I could do this. I may have to squint my eyes a bit, but I will do this. One of the perks of living in a small town is that literally no one is on the streets come 11:30. If they are, they're either teenagers or crack heads. I dared to go a whole 2 mph above the speed limit, in hopes of getting home quicker. It didn't work out as I wished it had. When I finally arrived home, I was basically a zombie. My hair, which was originally an intentional messy bun, was now half up, half down, sagging on the side of my head. My eyeliner had somehow ended up below my eyes, and I could barely walk. My curfew is 12, but I had let my mom know I would be a little late ahead of time. I climbed up the seemingly never ending stairs to my room, and opened the door that 7 year old me had decorated with glitter glue. I kicked my vans off and peeled off my black skinny jeans and 'Of Mice & Men' sweatshirt. Who needs pants? I climbed into my black and purple bed and put my phone on the table beside me to charge. As soon as my head hit my pillow, I felt sleep overtake.

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"Funny how everytime you push me away, you turn around and you beg me to stay, and God damn all the things you say, it's the beat of my, my broken drums, na na na na, hey hey,"

Awaking to my extremely loud phone ringtone, I picked it up and put it to my ear.

"Bre Bre!"

I groaned.

"Jc, it is 1 in the morning, I saw you like 45 minutes ago. What do you want?"

"Just to talk. I missed you."

"I repeat. 45 minutes."

"I don't care, I missed you."

"Okay Jc, what's up?"

"Come over."

"What? No. I'm not sneaking out. My parents will kill me."

"They'll never know!"

"I have 3 dogs. Dogs bark. Dogs especially bark at dark figures protruding from second story windows."

"Then dress in bright colors."

"Not my point Jc.. besides, I don't own bright colors."

"Fine then, I'm coming over there."

"Wait, what? Jc, I don't think that's-" and then the line went dead. The dumbass hung up on me.

"Funny how-"  I didn't let my whole ring tone play.

"Jc."

"I don't know your address."

I sighed, contemplating on whether I should give it to him or not.

"I'll get Ricky, Connor, Trevor, Sam, and Kian to follow you on twitter and Instagram."

"138 Elm Street."

"Well that was quick."

"You text them now. And be prepared to climb a tree." I hung up, and put a pair of Soffee shorts on, throwing my hair up into a bun, not caring how messy it was.

My phone whistled. 5 people followed you on Twitter.

It whistled 5 more times, each of them signaling that I had a new follower on Instagram.  I grabbed my pillow, allowing a scream to emit from my mouth. There is absolutely no way I could get to sleep now. I owe Jc. I owe him a lot.

My phone whistled once more. What now?

Jc: Look out your window.

I did as told and found Jc, Penny Board in hand, attempting to climb the giant Oak tree in my front yard. I laughed, and then quickly covered my mouth with my hands. I held up one finger, signaling for him to wait just a second. I walked to my bedside table and grabbed my phone.  I took a picture of Jc and then reached my hand out, pulling him in.

"Nice room you've got here." He smirked. I looked around at my gray walls, which had a few decorations, and then my red wall, which was plastered with album covers from bands that I like.

"Thanks?" His tone was sarcastic, but I didn't see anything wrong with it. I scanned over it again and then realized; my 'stay cloudy' wall. On one of the larger gray walls, I had printed out and put up letters that said 'Stay Cloudy' with a cloud below it, and then hung up Christmas lights around it. I rolled my eyes and sat on my bed, patting the spot next to me. He sat beside me, and propped his feet up.

"Shoes."

"Yes, mother." He mocked, before untying his black converse and letting them drop to the floor. I smiled, and then remembered something.

"Thank you." I told him, my face suddenly serious as I looked into his eyes.

"For what?" His eyebrows furrowed.

"The follows.. It means a lot to me. I've literally been a fan of you guys since day one, and I've been trying for a follow from anyone. I was never expecting a follow from all of you."

He chuckled and pulled me closer to him in a hug. He still smelled amazingly.

"You're welcome Bre, it's the least I could do. I had a lot of fun tonight, you know?"

I smiled. With anyone else, I hated hugs. There was something about being touched that bothers me.. yet for some reason, I had no problem with this. Jc's phone started ringing and he removed one arm from around me to check it, but left the other around my shoulders.

"It's Sam.." He accepted the call and put his phone to his ear.

"Dudeeeeee." I heard from the other end of the line.

"Yes?" Jc laughed.

"This girl is hot as fuck man." Jc laughed again, but this time a little uncomfortably.

"Uh, yeah.."

"Are you with her now? Can she hear me? Shit." That made even me laugh, and I heard a groan from Sam.

"Well at least she has a cute laugh." He said, before hanging up.

"Well that was.. interesting." Jc chuckled, and I felt my cheeks redden.

"Yeah.." I laughed awkwardly.

Jc's phone rang once again, but this time 'Ki-Ki' popped up on the screen. He answered, turning the volume down to where I couldn't hear it. I shrugged, grabbing my phone to play Kim Kardashian Hollywood.

"Yes, I do."

"I'm extremely aware."

"I don't know dude, it's been like a week."

"No, you can't."

"Because you're a douche, maybe?"

"No, I don't."

"No, I'm not doing that, Kian."

"No, don't. Kian. No-" And I assume that he hung up, because Jc didn't finish that sentence.

"What was that about?"  I questioned, my eyebrows raised. He shook his head.

"Kian wanted to know if I was aware that you're hot."

"Oh." My cheeks redden, and I focus more intensely on the game.

"internetaccess" I spoke, as a thought occurred.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow.

"The wifi password. It's internetaccess. No spaces or capitals."

He nodded, and typed it into his phone.

"That's what I'm talking about, I didn't even have to ask. This is why I chose you to be my friend."

"Because I have wifi..?"

"Because you understand." And with that, he got up, locked my bedroom door, and layed back in my bed, getting under the comforter and sheets, and pulling me to him.

"Goodnight."