Dreams || Lashton

four

"Hey doll, your shift is over!" Darci smiled, walking in wearing way too high stilettos for a twelve-hour shift of bartending.

A man was flirting with Luke, asking if the twink was interested in bondage. Luke was looking at the man with an unamused expression. "Bondage? Really? You don't even know me, why the hell would I want you to tie me up?" Luke asked.

"Harold stop trying with this one," Darci chuckled, patting Luke's shoulder, putting her hand up against her cheek, "his virgin ass, is vanilla."

The blonde turned around angrily, "shut up!" He snapped, leaving behind the counter to go grab his jacket and umbrella. Putting his jacket on, and opening his umbrella when he got outside. He would've done it inside the bar, but Madame Esmeralda weighed on his mind, like a paperweight weighing on a bunch of important documents.

"A presence?" He muttered to himself, walking home and looking at the slow-moving fluffy clouds in the sky, they reminded him of cotton candy. Walking back home, his stomach was growling from needing to eat, and a feeling of nausea overwhelmed. The air felt lonely and dull, forcing Luke to wonder why life was the way it was. What was he living for? He had no aspirations...he was just existing to exist.

He could see his small home on the corner of the street, looking as lonely as he was. The flowers outside were dead, and the paint was peeling. He unlocked the door and slipped inside. Closing the door behind him, and removing his jacket. Placing his umbrella by the door, and tossing his jacket onto the loveseat.

Luke walked to the kitchen to make something to eat, "tacos maybe?" He wondered to himself, plugging his photo into his speaker and playing The Neighbourhood. He turned to place the taco making kit on the counter, only to see the gemstone from his dream. His eyebrows furrowed. "Did I put that there?" He asked in confusion, hadn't he put it on his dresser? There was no way for it to go from his dresser to the kitchen, he must've put it on the counter and forgot...right? Just don't think about it.

Luke opened the taco kit and began making hard shell tacos. Finishing them fairly quickly due to the kit being easy to follow. He ate the tacos while looking at his group chat messages, which was pretty much just Calum and Michael flirting with each other. Wow, he loved being a third wheel.

Mikey: hey Luke, wanna play laser tag this week? I see you reading our messages.

Luke: when lol? Of course, you want to play laser tag.

Mikey: is tomorrow good?

Luke: yeah I have the day off tomorrow

The three played laser tag at least once a month, whereas Michael and Calum went together once a week. It was their weekly date, where they get to be competitive and call each other insults while flirting. A strange date in Luke's opinion, but what did he know? He hadn't gone on a date since he was in middle school, and he wouldn't say it was a real date. He could feel him drifting away from everyone, and while he had never been close in the first place, he was scared of being completely alone. Would they give up on him for being so closed off?

He put his empty plate in the sink and unplugged his phone from the speaker. Going to his bedroom and stripping out of his clothes so he was once again only in his boxers. Charlie reassured him that when he slept, he was not in danger. But, something felt off about the place he went to. He didn't feel like he was in control of the dream, but rather in control of getting there. The TV flashed with images of a show he didn't even know the name of, watching as someone was talking to some guy in a lab coat. Botched? How did he even end up on this channel, the only time he watched TV was when he watched the seven o'clock news. The blonde could feel himself falling asleep just from how boring his life was, how meaningless it is. Was it possible to be disgusted with yourself, for that was how he felt.