we are the dreamers - rewritten

one - horace

  "Hey Horace?" Enoch says, rolling on his side to face me. I nod absently in reply, the bliss of summer holding the majority of my attention. Out of the corner of my eye I can see that his cheeks and forearms are getting rosy from the sun. He refuses to wear sunscreen, despite the endless amount of articles about skin cancer that I force him to read. His skin is like, the color of milk, I swear (maybe he'd get a tan if he didn't spend so much time in the basement). 

Enoch sighs dramatically, "Ugh, Horace, are you high or something? You dragged me out here to hang out with you, but you're totally ignoring me. Horace I swear if you don't- are you even listening to me?" Enoch likes attention almost as much  as I do. But usually he gets it from whining, not flirting. I should give him some pointers... (NOT that I want him to flirt with me, though!) (okay well...) 

"I'm here, Enoch. I haven't suddenly gone deaf." I smirk, staring up at the endless blue sky. 

"You are SUCH a jerk." He huffs. 

He's kinda cute when he's annoyed...

I roll onto my side, the grass brushing against my face. "You're burning." I tell him. 

"I know." Enoch says, "You're the one who wanted to hang out on the lawn." 

"It's a secret test, I'm trying to see if you'll tan." I chuckle, reaching out to poke his cheek. His skin goes white under the press of my fingers for a few seconds, then fades back to pink. He frowns at me, pushing my hand aside, "I won't. I only get freckles, and I hate it." 

I gasp aloud, "Oh. My. God. You get freckles?! Is that why you never go out in the sun?" 

Enoch shushes me, "Don't say it out loud! Nobody can know." he hisses, shooting me a glare. As if anyone else heard. 

"Well, I mean," I gesture towards the sun, "everyone's going to know after today." Enoch shakes his head, dirty blonde hair falling in his eyes, "that's what concealer's for." 

I frown, "Why do you cover them? They're beautiful. Like stars on your face." 

I try not to imagine Enoch with a burst of freckles across his cheeks and nose, and fail. I can't believe he keeps it secret. 

He rolls his eyes, "Ugh, as if." Then he pauses, glancing at me. "Hey now you're all red too." He's got the beginnings of a smile on his lips. Fuck. He knows that I don't burn, ever. 

"Uh, I'm just... Warm?" I stammer. 

"Is that a question?" He jokes, flicking me. I bite my lip because I don't know what else to say. 

"Whatever, I need the bathroom." He says, hopping up and making his way to the dorms, "Back in a minute."

I sigh and roll onto my back, watching tiny, wispy clouds sail overhead. If he finds out that I've got a thing for him, I'm screwed. 

I have to stop falling for my best friend. 

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Author's Note:

Hey all, just wanted to say it's great to be back! I hope you enjoy this revised version of We Are The Dreamers. I was reading through the old one the other day and I noticed how much detail/ depth it lacks. I HAD to make a new one, or I could never live with myself. I promise that, in this version, there's no bitchy, homophobic Jacob, and no maid dresses. And hopefully less cringe. 

Also, I'm going to un-pause Ask The Lovers (an ongoing Q&A about these two dorks). So if you've got any questions, feel free to boogie on over there~ 

Thank you for the continuous support despite my extremely long hiatus! 

hugs, brooky.