It Will End In A Kiss

Problems

(BLU)

"What seems to be the problem now?" AnneMarie asked that question but I have a feeling she is not that interested in knowing the answer. She is busy browsing on a book. We are in our usual spot in the library, researching materials for the essay assignment in Literature. "You told me that since sleeping on the same bed with Robin again, your problem about sleeping, and even your nightmares, were cured."

"Yes," I nodded. "I don't have a problem sleeping for eight hours daily now. I feel great. I got my appetite back. I think the dark shadows on my eyes has rescinded..."

AnneMarie lifted her eyes from the texts on the book to peered at my face. She smiled. "Yes, your skin color has improved as well. Who knows that something like sleeping that we took for granted is very important indeed."

"Yeah. I mean, there are a lot about our health that are directly affected by having a healthy habit of sleeping," I agreed with her point. I think I am an expert now in sleeping and anything health related to it. Just knowing that our appetite is depending on whether we had enough sleep or not is mind boogling enough.

"And you are now having decent sleep at night. So, what seems to be the problem now?" AnneMarie asked curiously.

I bit my lower lip before looking left and right, forward and backward, to make sure no one is within hearing distance from us. I don't think I can live peacefully if others will know about my new dilemma aside from my bestfriend.

I leaned my head closer to AnneMarie and whispered my next words. "The problem now is...I usually wake up...you know...with my hands on Robin's body. And I think I am getting worse," I confessed with great trepidation.

AnneMarie studied my face for moments before she sighed. "When you said your hands on Robin's body...it is not on his hair or arms, right?"

I shook my head. AnneMarie winced. "Not on his back as well?" She asked hopefully.

"Sometimes, my hands are on his back...you know...like when you are hugging a person," I said.

"Oh my god..." AnneMarie snorted a laugh. Trying to hold it back. I moaned in despair. "I'm sorry," my bestfriend apologizes while still mightily trying not to openly laugh at me. "But you got to admit its funny..."

"Its not funny," I sighed in despair. "I am practically molesting the guy and he was kind enough to help me get decent sleep. What kind of monster am I?" I moaned after that whispered complaining.

"Robin? Kind?" AnneMarie snorted for a different reason this time. "I will bet all the progress I have made in therapy that giving you permission to sleep next to him has a steep price tag. Robin looks like a person who will ask for a payment for services rendered."

My eyes widened at her. "How did you know that?" Robin is exactly that. "There is no such thing as free lunch for that guy." I grumbled disgruntledly.

"Yes there is," AnneMarie said. "Robin might look like a guy who doesn't do things for free but he did things freely to please you when you guys were together. He was nice to you, Blu."

I found myself nodding to what she said. "True. Robin was nice and kind to me when we were together. And after all wassaid and done, he is still being considerate to me." I scratched my head in frustration. "Especially in this latest thing. What is wrong with me?"

"Yeah, what is wrong with you, really? Tsk tsk..." AnneMarie went back to her reference book.

I laid my cheek on top of the open book in front of me. "Its my dreams. I am now having a different kind of nightmares." I said.