I've Fallen For A Mischief Maker (A Sex God Sequel) ~SORTING IN PROGRESS~

Chapter Twelve: Back On Track

Took me a while to write this :P ops mian-ah

This chapter might seem a little rushed but that's just because it's fast paced and a lot happens in it. So don't judge me too much :P

ENJOY!

Dustin's P.O.V

I sat back against the wall on my bed hugging my legs, my cheek resting on my knee. I grinned across at my bedroom window, looking out at the sun. Here comes the sun, do do do do, here comes the sun and I say, it's alright! No, now is not the time for The Beatles Dustin, Zain and Benjamin are on their way back to you.

Memphis was at work, I was waiting for him to get home, so I was day dreaming. Benjamin would have to be my best man at the wedding, now that he was a real boy and everything. And Zain can be my maid of honour hahaha. Of course Rory will be for Memphis and Ash...

I looked away from the window and shoved the thought away. I know I should have given Ash a chance to explain and everything. But I was too mad and hurt at that moment that I didn't want to see her. What hurt more was that she hadn't tried to call or text to say sorry or anything.

My bedroom door opened and Memphis walked in with a blank face. He stopped in the middle of the room and ripped his work shirt off, tossing it to the ground at his feet. Then he just stood there half naked looking at me. I frowned and smiled at the same time.

“What are you doing?” I asked, sort of laughing.

“I've decided to become a male striper,” he said seriously, and my jaw dropped. Then he laughed and jumped on the bed, kissing my forehead as he bounced.

“I'm kidding by the way,” he said and I shoved him off, making him land on his butt on the floor.

“Don't scare me like that,” I laughed, going over to him and hugging him. His chest began to rumble and I frowned, pulling back to look at his face. There was something... off.

He grinned but his lips didn't stop there, they spread up to his ears. His face distorted and changed, shifting into something else... something... I shoved him away, running for the door, but he grabbed me foot and I crashed to the ground.

“Get off me!” I yelled as the changing Memphis turned into the figure I'd seen in my dream kill Benjamin and Zain climbed on top of me. I screamed...

“Dustin wake up, wake up!” someone called to me. I opened my eyes in a panic, flailing my arms and legs about trying to kick off the dream demon. My back felt cold, why?

I turned my head to the side to see I was laying on my back on the grass. I scanned the scene and realised I was laying in the middle of the park, how did that happen? My head felt like crap.

“Are you okay?” the same person from before asked me, helping me to sit up.

“Yeah I... I don't know,” I moaned, I had a killer migraine.

“The pain will go away soon. You hit your head pretty hard when you tripped. I was worried I'd have to call an ambulance,” he said, a sort of laugh at the end. I snorted. Now I remembered. I'd been walking back from dropping Memphis off at work and I tripped over a rock in the park. I must have fallen unconscious. I didn't think you could dream when that happened though.

“I'm a dork, what can I say,” I said, and he helped me to my feet. I did feel a little dizzy, but I was already feeling better.

“I'll walk you home,” my saviour chuckled, putting an arm around my waist and taking my arm around his shoulders.