What Dreams are Made of|| MAGICANIMALCLUB

Divide

Stampy's POV
I unlocked the main oak door of the air BnB with a key that had been left under the door mat.
The house was an old converted barn, with rustic wooden walls and seagrass floors and plants swarming in heavy stone pots.
I made my way quite solemnly upstairs to the master bedroom where I would stay on my own tonight, and... supposedly, stay with Sqaishey tomorrow night after the wedding..
the bedroom fitted with the 'old ski lodge' theme, with a thatched roof and a beautiful and comfortable birch bed. I wasn't so sure, if I was perfectly honest, about the decor; I knew it'd be right up Sqaishey's street, but for me it felt far too bland- and I'm no artist- Joe stop thinking about the aesthetics and go to sleep!
I closed the shutters and the curtains before climbing into an undoubtably cosy bed, with those stereotypical Mr & Mrs pillows which only seemed to frustrate me even further. But after undressing myself and removing all those extra pillows I simply relaxed and immersed myself into my hellish yet realistic dream.

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The car was rumbling in the speed, Beth's shaking hands had steered us to the hospital, right behind the ambulance.
She parked quite rapidly outside the entrance, neither regarding the speed limit or other people around.
I leaped out of the car, carrying my undignified crutch and kept hold of Beth's loyal fingers.
The ambulance doors had opened, an abundance of doctors and nurses crowded round at the threshold, I only caught a glimpse of him, and it scarred me completely. His face seemed shredded, the only colour I could acknowledge was red.
I was stunned, and I paused rather transfixed at the sigh of his transportation into the ward. Beth kissed me on the cheek, and gripped my hand; everything felt so realistic.

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I blinked my eyes open and Beth was sitting on the edge of the bed beside me, looking sympathetically down at me, her hand was in mine, just as it was in the dream. She'd came to see me.
I sat up quite promptly, "h-hey.." I breathed, confused at her presence, "aren't you supposed to be with your parents?"
"I'm sorry.." she sighed, looking down.
I tilted my head, wishing for clarification, "what for?"
Beth refused to respond, her eyes just swelled up even bluer, making my stomach churn, "Beth- oh Beth, what's wrong?" I asked her, placing my hands on her arms and focusing my sincere gaze into her eyes.
"Us. We're wrong." She uttered, one tear subsiding from her left eye followed by a multitude of streams.
I shook my head, feeling almost sick from my presumptions,
"Beth, I'm sorry for being so flustered earlier, it's just about the wedding- I'm just stressed, we're both stressed but- but we've been together for nearly five years- this is meant to be." I practically pleaded,
"I'm only twenty-two, Joe!" She gasped, more tears glistening in her eyes.
"And when have our ages ever held us back?" I asked her before looking sincerely into her wild eyes, "Beth, believe it or not I asked you to marry me because I love you. Not because I want a big white fancy wedding, or an excuse to drink or feel older, but because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So please, Beth, please.."
Beth still remained silent in her tearful state as I put my hands together in a near beg,
"Will you marry me, Beth?"
She broke into a passion of cries as she nodded and collapsed into my opened embrace.
I hushed her to sleep under the covers of the bed, gently pressing kisses on her forehead, and repeating my famous line: "it's okay.."

Squid's POV

I felt my chest rising and falling as I lay on the sofa.
I had another couple missed calls from Stampy, which I ignored completely.
"what have I done..?" I soliloquised, gazing down at the smashed beer bottles on the ground and the smoke that sweltered above me.
If I was perfectly honest, I wasn't quite sure when I lost myself. I couldn't recall how long I had been like this, smoking, drinking, screaming myself to sleep. It wasn't immediately after Nicole left me, I spent the following few days after we broke up just lying motionless in bed. Remembering every single snippet of the moment I caught Nicole cheating on me. Every single moment...
I heard the front door snatch open, and I knew I would be Nicole, so I rushed downstairs to find her pushed against the wall, her lips locked with another broad, I dare say handsome man. His skin was dark and his arms were patched with tattoos of symbols and quotes in foreign languages I couldn't take the care of interpreting. And even as they started to undress themselves in the hall I stood just a few feet behind them, willing myself to speak but without the audibility because of my wholesome shock.
The only words I could muster was the broken utterance of "G-get out."
I recall both of them suddenly stopping, and hesitating before looking up at me, my tears, and all that history we'd had together.
"Dave-" Nicole attempted, but without any sort of sympathy, or any sign of embarrassment or regret. Her countenance looked more of offence; as if I was interrupting her, leading my voice to become even more stern.
"Get out!" I yelled, pointing at the front door which remained ajar.
Nicole's new victim began to slowly scamper out towards the door.
"I thought you were in Manchester." She told me, not even bothering to re-button her shirt.
"Fuck off." I mocked, turning around in the painful anger, "you call that an excuse? You've done this before haven't you? When I'm away!"
Nicole didn't respond, she just looked blankly towards the wall,
"Get out of my house." I growled,
"Excuse me?! Our house!" Fought Nicole, taking a stand towards me.
"I bought this house. And I'll sell it too." I uttered, "Get out of this house before I hurt you. I never want to see your face again."
Nicole bit her lip in anger before turning her head and walking out. Something I wished I could un-see. Because I loved her, I really loved her.