Sometimes

Chapter Two

It's the same dream I've had for years, but tonight I might end it. I'm further in the dream then I've ever been.

I'm running. Running to something that wants me, that needs me. I'm running fast, dodging tree's and rock's, jumping up the mountain in supernatural ways. I land in a meadow full of flowers, suddenly I stop, I'm where I'm supposed to be. A shadowy figure walks towards me and stops to look.

“You came," It breathes.

I can't talk, move, I can't even breathe.

“You came," It says again a little louder and touches my arm.

My head says to run away, to never look back, that this thing is bad news, but my heart says to stay, that I am safe with this thing.

The thing looks up and says, “Time to wake up, darlin', you'll see me soon," and them it vanishes and I feel cold and alone.

I wake with a start and jump to my feet. It takes me a moment to remember where I am, and when I do I feel empty, sad.

Thinking back to my dream I realize something I didn't then, it wasn't an it, it was a he.

“Cassie! Are you up?" Kara yells from the bathroom.

“Yeah," I yell and go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

A moment later she comes in the kitchen wearing a loose sundress.

“Do you work today?" she asks

“Yeah, at three," I say and then eye her and ask, “Where are you going?"

“I have a date," She says and smiles.

“Why are you dressed like that?" I ask.

She can't go like that, she is wearing a loose blue sundress that makes her pear figure look like a rail, and ends at her ankles. She left her short hair down and it spirals in tight curls and all she did for make up is but on some eye-shadow and blush.

She looks down at herself and says “Yeah,".

“No, you look horrible, you can't go on a date looking like that," I say.

“Why?" She asks.

“If you go like that he will think you just want be friends,"I say.

“She," Kara says.

“What?"

“That he is a she,"

"Well she will think you just want to be friends," I say.

“Will you help me?" She asks.

“What time is your date?" I ask.

“One," She says.

I look at the clock that reads 11:43 and say, “It will be close, but I can fix you,".

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After an hour in the bathroom of doing Kara makeup, hair, getting her dressed, and arguing over if she looks like a whore or not she is finally ready.

“You look great," I say and look her over once more. I straightened her naturally curly hair left it down. I fixed her make up by adding grey eyeliner, mascara, and the smokey eye-shadow, adding some cochlear, blush, and foundation, and having her put on some light pink lip gloss. I made her take off that hideous dress and flats and put on a push up bra, that she really didn't need with her double D cups, but whatever. I made her take off her underwear telling her that if she gets lucky tonight she'll thank me. I put her in a short, tight black dress that made her curvy figure look even better, we compromised on shoes and she is wearing two inch black wedges. All together she looks good.

“Thanks, I gotta go," She says and walks out the door.

I look at the time and see that it's already almost one, better get ready for work.

I curl my hair in long spirals that reach my hips, put on black eyeliner and mascara on my eyes, put a dark red lipstick on my thick lips and go to the bedroom to get dressed in the dark blue button up shirt and black leggings for work, I have on a pushup bra to make my 36 C cups stand out and skip underwear.

When I'm ready it's already 2:30  and I start walking to work in my five inch heels.

I make it to work and clock in and work till like nine thirty and since there are no more people in my section at the moment I run to the bathroom, when I get out of the bathroom I see Hanna, Maddie, and Jen standing at the washing station staring at someone in the dining room.

“What are you staring at?" I ask the teenagers.

“Him," Maddie says dreamily and points at a table in my section.

I try to see his face, but can't make it out, but he seems so familiar.

“Are you gonna go serve him or just stand there like a dumb ass?" Hanna asks.

I look her over and laugh. This skinny white bitch. I step up to her and “accidentally" step on her foot making her wince and me laugh harder while I get my notepad and walk over to the table the girls were making eyes to.

I keep my eyes on my notepad and make scribbles on the top till the ink comes out of it.

I'm still looking down at the notepad when I reach the table and ask, “What can I get you today?".

“Start me off with a sprite please, darlin'," He says.

I drop my notepad and pen and slowly drag my eyes up to the face that belongs to the man of my dreams, literally.

I stare at him and take in his face, the face I've wanted to see for years, his face. He has a strong jaw, thick lips, a undesirable nose that fits on his face, black hair that goes a little over his eyes. His eyes. They are something of beauty, they are a little big and a beautiful color of grey that contrast to his tan skin.

He stands and opens his arms for a hug.

I can't do anything, it's just like my dream only my head is to stunned to react or think, but my heart knows. It makes me move, it makes me take the short steps over to him and wrap my arms around him.

My whole life I had followed my head, I had thought my mind was always right. Sometimes, not always, but sometimes, my head is wrong, my mind is over thinking things, and sometimes my heart is right. Sometimes you have to follow your heart.