Nightmares

4

I think I stared at him for a good minute and a half. He was still frozen staring out at my house, almost in a trance. Then, I broke down.

"HA!" I cried, leaning back on his bed, holding my stomach from laughing so hard at his joke. I didn't get it at first: the fake seriousness; the dark tone of voice, but I soon realized that he was jesting.

He jumped away from the window, taking his hand away in the process. His head snapped towards mine, and his eyes narrowed. "It's true." He told me through grit teeth.

"Yeah, and pigs fly around in the basement, right?" I chuckled, standing up, and walking towards him to give him a jovial punch in the arm, which made him flinch slightly. "Come on, you didn't really expect me to believe that, did you? I told you I won't go into your stupid man cave; no reason for you to lie to me to try and scare me out of the house." I rolled my eyes, still chuckling.

He glanced at me, then back at the house before speaking. "Yeah, well, I guess I've always been one for joking." His jaw was tense, and his eyes were focused. Sad part is, I don't know if he was being serious or not...

"Would it kill ya to crack a smile at your joke, Mr. Comedian?" I asked with a small smirk, bumping my shoulder with his.

He turned to me then, and with the most deadly serious expression on his face, he said: "I don't smile. I don't smirk, and I don't feel joy." My jaw dropped slightly at his admittance, but I quickly closed it tightly and spun away.

"I never would've guessed Blaze; it seems you're always so perky and happy." Sarcasm was dripping from my words as I walked to his door, but I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder.

I jumped in surprise, but spun around to see Blaze with that casual, nothing-bothers-me expression.

"You should stay awhile. I think my mom is having a little too much fun with your dog downstairs." He looked towards the door. I stopped and listened to see what he meant, and heard the cooing of Mrs. Dawnovitz, saying things like: "Who's a good boy?", "Want the ball? Huh? Go get it! Awh, good doggy!". I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright, fun sucker, what do you suggest we do?" I faced him again with a smirk, but he was walking towards another door on the other side of his humongous room. "What the hell are you up to, Blaze?"

"Do you play basketball?" Answering questions with questions. Annoying.

"Yeah, why?" I questioned, and he spun around holding a ball that he had just taken out of what appeared to be a closet of games and toys.

"I have a hoop outside, and I figured you'd find this more enjoyable than football, considering you look like you can't even hold one properly..." he looked at my arms, which are actually in pretty good shape, so I raised an eyebrow at him.

"And how did you come to that assumption?" I folded my arms, showing off the muscle there.

He rolled his eyes and started walking towards the door behind me. "You're a girl with a cheerleader's body. You don't quite fit in with the sport, even if you are athletic." He simply said. I guess he could be right, considering I have no idea how to throw a football, but isn't that kind of stereotypical? "Plus, the first time you met me, you were practically sputtering. I highly doubt any guy would teach you how to throw a football, considering you've probably never even talked to one before me. You seem like a girly girl as well, hence the cheerleading thing, so I doubt you hang around girls that you would willingly play a friendly game of football with. I'm sure you've had more 'important' things to do, like paint your nails, and talk about guys you'll never have the courage to talk to." He rolled his eyes, and I gaped at him.