Billionaire

Night Terror

        I wait a couple days before I contact him. I wait until Saturday, so that we can have an appropriate 'date.' I wait, even though all I can think about is him. 

        On Friday night I get home late from school. I take two extra classes on Fridays outside of school, Ballroom dancing and a writers workshop. Not like I need the workshop, I am a great writer. Peoms, short stories, novels, you name it. But it is fun to meet other writers and get prompts I would never think of myself. And ballroom is just for fun. I originally signed up because I heard there would be swing, which I have always loved, and hot guys, which there is. But none of them compared to Damiel.

        I guess it was pretty stupid to meet up with I guy I barely knew. One who is eight years my senior. But he was something I wanted to explore. And I felt- honestly inside-that I could trust him.

        There is this one guy I have had a crush on for awhile in Ballroom. He is such a good dancer, his leading is great, I barely have to try when we dance. And his smell. It's amazing. He is pretty cute. His name is Shane.

        But when I danced with him today, his cologne smelled like must. His hair was a bit too ruffled and his shirt had a tiny wine stain. And all I could think about was Daniel.

        Stupid right? I barely know him.

        I got home and kicked off my shoes, heels that hurt like a mother. 

        My roomate was probably in her room, I could hear her radio playing. I filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove for tea, trying to be quiet in case she was asleep. She likes music while she sleeps. 

I grabbed a towel from our rack and turned the hot water on high.

I scrubbed my scalp with my favorite coconut shampoo. Coconut scented mist surrounded me as I showered. I quickly shaved my legs and conditioned my hair. I started thinking about Daniel again. What our date would be like. I started thinking of his hair. His hands. His hands running over my body...under my shirt....

"Hurry up!" I heard pounding on the door. My erotic fantasy was interupted.

"I have to get ready for my date with Michael. Im running late!"

        I sighed and shut the water off.

I put on my favorite soft pair of pajamas, and pour the hot water for my tea. Mary, my roomate, who I half affectionately call 'Murie', rushes to get ready.

I am sat on our couch, drowing in blakets, watching White Chicks, when Murie calls-

"Leaving! Wish me luck I'm super horny! Bye!"

        I laugh as she slams the door. Murie desperatly wants to have sex with Michael, a super cute shy guy that loves her. And she loves him. Yuck. But he refuses to have sex with her until he feels like they are ready, which Murie strongly feels is either tonight or soon, they have been together for about a year.

        I get bored of my movie and flip to a horror channel. I get super into the new movie, even squealing once. It is an old vampire movie, one I have never seen. Come to think of it, I have never even heard of the movie. Even though I have a lot of experience and knowledge with old movies, (they're the best). Especially black and white ones. It seems like when there isn't so much attention with colors and special effects, the story matters more, and is easier to focus on and understand.

After awhile I start to drift off.

I dream.

I dream of Daniel.