wet dreams ✩ pjm

prologue

i kept fidgeting with my fingers, as the train of thoughts came rushing to my head.

"what if he gets weird out?" "what if he makes fun of me?" "what if throws me off the windo..." okay that's enough for today.

i blink one or twice before looking up to see what i least wanted to see. the yellow automobile that was aiming to stop right in front of my street.

my heart beat accelerating and my palms sweaty, as i took a big gulp before walking closer to the bus doors.

as i put my foot on the first staircase that took me up to what i would describe as a "smelly transportation". my heart felt as it was going to fly out of my chest.

my eyes scan around only to be met by familiar faces, but then they met him.

his refined jawline that could literally slice apples, his big eyes looking outside the window while his greying blondish hair falls perfectly above his eyelids covering his perfect dark eyebrows, his plump lips moving, probably with the lyrics of his song since his short hair didn't cover the visible white earbud in his ear.

he was the definition of perfection and i was about to make a the biggest mistake and regret of my life.

as i got closer and closer i was procrastinating on doing it but my self conscience was killing me.

after what felt like 30 minutes of walking to his spot i looked at him and bit the inside of my cheeks something i normally do when i'm nervous.

i tap his shoulder and he turns to look at me my heart drops as he looks at me with his big puppy eyes. he takes one earbud out of his ear.

"can i sit here" he nods with a small smile, and scoots a little closer to the window. "sure".

as i take a seat next to him our thighs touch unintentionally and it gives chills throughout my spine.

i felt a drop of sweat drop down my forehead as the bus started driving my hands where shaking, but i wanted to do it, it was killing me inside.

i slowly reached my index finger to his tight and tap it gently but hard enough for him to feel it since he quickly turned and looked at me.

"yes" his deep voice ringed throughout my ears making me lightly flinch.

"can i tell you something?"

"yeah sure" he said as he took both his earbuds out and scooted so he was facing me making our thighs touch even more sending more chills throughout my spine.

i took a big gulp since suddenly my throat was dry as a dessert. "okay but you have to promise me not to get weird out, or like judge me, or like tell any..."

"okay i get it., get to the point"

"ᶦᵏᶦⁿᵈᵃʰᵃᵈᵃʷᵉᵗᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗʸᵒᵘᵃⁿᵈᶦᵈᵉᵏʷʰʸᵇᵘᵗᶦᵗʷᵃˢᵍᵒᵒᵈᵃⁿᵈᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠᶜᵒⁿˢᶜᶦᵉⁿᶜᵉᶦˢᵏᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍᵐᵉᵇᵘᵗᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉʰᵉˡᵖᵐᵉᵒᵘᵗ"

...

"what?"

i turned to him his expression said it all he was confused as a worm on daylight.

"aish okok what i said is that i had a wet dream about you i don't even know why because we don't even talk but like my self conscience was killing me and i hope that you don't judge me for it, i mean it's normal for anybody, but I know that it's not normal if you have it with someone that you don't know, so i hope that you can understand what i'm going through"

"wow well daing i said that in one breath"

i take hold of my fast adrenaline rushing chest

...

oOo

"did i say something wrong?" he gives a light chuckle, before turning around with a serious face.

"everything"

"what?"

"everything is wrong, you do know have a girlfriend , right?"

"yes yes i do know but like i can't control my endocrine system, it just happen to happen it's not like it's going to come true anyways."

he sighs heavily, before turning back to me.

"you're right"

"yeah i know, now promise me you won't tell anybody"

i stretched my pinky out he looked at it and and sighed before glancing at me

he took it in his soft pinky and twist them together

"promise"

three minutes later the bus ride got quite whenever he touched my thigh making me flinch and look at him

"yeah"

"can you tell me how it was"