i hate that i love you so ( mindless behavior story)- (finished... maybe)

dreams

(p.s~ the tray in this story is NOT roc royal! i repeat its NOT roc royal. first,  his name is cressanto and second IF his name WAS trey, id spell it trey) 

~next day~  (still dymonds p.o.v- 10:00 p)

i sat on my bed, my best friend mava against the wall.

mava: so what is he?

you: he--  he must be a--

mava: IS HE A CEREAL KILLER!? mmm. i gotta put my apple jacks in a safe lock...

you: no mava, friend. i dont think he wants YOUR fruit loops.

mava: phew, wait.... so its THAT kind of party.... oh, ok.

you: things just got crazy there. besides, it dosnt matter what he is. all i know is that he killed tray an-

mava:( puts her hand on my shoulder) get some rest boo.

you: thanks

 then she left the room. but i screamed at her

you: WHERE YOU GOIN?!?

mava: IN THE LIVIN ROOM!?

you: AT YOUR HOUSE RIGHT!?!?

mava: NO!.... AT YOUR HOUSE

you: (playfully) GO HOME!!

mava: b*tch please!

then i climbed in bed.

mava: OH YEAH... AND IM SPENDIN THE NIGHT... just thought you should know.

you: -_- ( SIGHS) OK MAVA!

I cut off the lights and just stare up at the blank wall. letting my lids decide when to close.

   (dymonds dream)

you: WHERE AM I!?!? tray!?!? 

tray: im right here baby!

you: WHERE!?!

tray: calm down. just follow my voice.

we were in a Forrest, or a jungle with a bunch of thorns and trees.

you: say stuff! make me hear you

just then he started singing one of our favorite songs, a beautiful melody. i was so egar to get to his beautiful voice. i just ran in his direction, shielding my face with my arms, letting the thorns and poking branches tear my flesh to bone.

you: tray? why are you so far!? 

tray: (keeps singin)

you: tray? traay!! ( runs; does an air jump into his arms)

  he swings me around.

tray: i always knew youd'e come to me.( strokes my hair)

i kiss his lips, but then i open my eyes. i aggressively push away.

you: what!? (backs up) wh- why do you have tray's voice!? WHO THE HECK ARE YOU!? WHAT IS THIS!?

fake tray: think about it

   (end of dream)

you: MAVA!?!?

??: shh shh, its not mava, its me.

you: (alarmed) howd'e you get here? in my house? get outta here you creep!

 ??: u busted into my house, and you have the nerve...

you:... what do you want?

??: i'v gotta tell you something about tray?

you: ...what? do you even know him?

(REALLY the end of the dream)

i sat up and something cold fell on my lap. i rubbed my eyes.

you:mava? is it really you.

mava: are you alright!!! you looked like you was having a Cesare. i got worried and put this ice pack on ur head. were you having one of those dreams you keep talking about? your visions?

i reach out and touch her face.

you: are you really there.

mava: -_- ma'am, ma'am.... thats my eye ball... dy- dymond, thats my ear, thats my nostril.. DYMOND YOU ARE NOT DREAMING!!!I IM REALLY HERE.

you: are you sure?

mava:( under her breathe) you really need to go see the mentalist.  

you: yeah this isn't a dream. but yeah, i think i had a really bad dream about tray... it was tragic. i thought that guy who killed tray was tray cuz it was trays voice but the other guys body and just blahhhh!!!! i need to see dr. phill...... or a regular doctor.

(doctors office)

doc: its just a bad dream.

mava: she says it was nothing like a bad dream. it was like a vision she says.

doc: probably just really strong de ja vu.

mava: ok thanks doc!!!