Mi amor

~ 12 ~

I woke up really early, birds aren't even up early. So I just went back to sleep again, I wasn't gonna get up first in a house that wasn't even mine. I dreamed some not so happy dreams, I had kept on having the same dream about Rossi and the room that gets smaller, but these past two nights I'd been having fever dreams of that but they kind of morph into one about Oscar. It was always those words "It's for the best.". I couldn't help thinking, was it for the best or was it for him. I could almost tell that he wouldn't be as affected as me. Fuck. I really had fallen for a gang leader. And thought he gave a shit about me? I had preached to friends about this kind of shit before but now I had fallen into the same trap. How could I be so dumb. I felt like trash. Like I had been used up. Like all the life juice had been sucked out of me. All I knew is that usually I would sleep to avoid my problems and the pain that comes as a side with life, but now I couldn't even do that. 

- A few hours later - 

"Hey (y/n), you should probably wake up." I heard a soft voice say. I was running through an alien jungle with Rick & Morty. Damn that must be an alien or some shit. I felt something on my shoulder, I jerked up. 

Oh I was dreaming again. I blinked hard trying to remember what the fuck was going on. Oh yeah I was staying at some strangers house who had saved/taken me in like it was a normal thing. Henri was sitting on the edge of the bed. I looked up at him, he was suppressing a laugh by pressing his lips together. This man thought I was funny! 

"Hey what are you laughing at." I frowned. 

"Nothing." He half laughed. I pulled a pillow and hit him with it. 

"Tell me or else!" I half shouted, he did a girly scream and put his hands up. 

"Aight, aight. You were just speaking in your sleep that all." He snickered. I went quiet, that shit is a bit embarrassing, I could have said anything.

"Oh.. what did I say." I said sheepishly

"You were just saying shit about some rick guy passing you the portal gun? Or something like that. But why you so scared. Were you dreaming about me or something." He smirked

"Noooo. I was not. But do you not watch rick and morty?" I asked. How could anyone not, its literally the best show everrr. 

"Nah, what is it. Sounds weird, why you dreamin bout it though."

" I can't control my dreams, and I can't believe you haven't heard of Rick and Morty. You have to watch it." 

"Whats it about?" 

"It's about this science Grandad, who is also an alcoholic, and his grandson and they go on these space adventures but its always really random and shit. It's hard to explain but I promise its good as hell." 

"Nahh that sounds wackk." 

"You can't disrespect it before you have even watched it." 

"Yes I can, if it sounds shit." 

I couldn't believe he was doing rick and morty like this. 

"Nope. Now you are just aggravating me." I sighed and flopped back down on my pillow. 

" I apologise. But forreal, how are you feeling today?" He asked. I wondered why he was being so nice to me. Did he just feel really sorry for me or did he want something, maybe he was a profit and was gonna use me to get to Spooky. Hmm, to be honest I didn't care, its not like I had anymore to lose.

"Yeah I'm feeling a lot better but I still have a bit of a sore head." I said pouting. 

"Okay lets go have breakfast then.. well more like brunch."