Crashed (COMPLETED)

Chapter 8 (your pov)

I finished putting on the cloths and the shorts fit fine but the shirt was way to big. Oh well at least it was something. I walked out of the bathroom and back into Ashton's room. When I got in there he was already dressed and laying in bed with a remote in his hand flipping through the channels on his t.v.

He looked up from that for a second and waved me over. I walked over there and got into the bed but I felt awkward. Should as sleep away from him? Or did it really matter? Ashton moves the blankets so they're over me as well then pulls me to him. It felt so nice to be in his arms. For a minute I forgot about everything and drifted off to sleep.
I was in a field of flowers. Just an endless field of flowers with no one else around. What was happening? I start to walk around to see if I can find anyone. I start called out "is anybody there?" I don't get an answer though. Finally after what seems like forever. Someone appears in front of me. Not just anyone though it was Michael.
"Michael what are you doing here" I asked him he puts a finger on my mouth and chuckles at the weird face I give him. Oh god how I've missed his smile, his laugh, the feel of his hands. He got serious after a moment though and the smile disappeared. "Look I came here to talk to you about something important" Michael said. "What is it?" I replied but he just grabbed my hand and led me through the field of flowers.
What I thought was never ending ended up having a small area of woods with a house right in the middle. Michael led me to the house and when he got there he opened the door for me. I walk in and saw a little living room area. The walls were painted all black and the chairs inside were red. There's no Windows that's odd but there was a fireplace there and there was a fire going.
The flames where dancing up mesmerizing me. I stare at them for a moment but Michael turns me around to face him. He then takes my hand and pulls me towards the chairs. Once we reach them he sits down and points to the one he wants me to sit in. I sit down and stare at him. What was happening? Oh well why did I care I got to see Michael again that's all that mattered. He interrupts my thoughts saying "listen I love you and I always will and this is hard for me to say but I want you to be happy and I've seen that Ashton makes you happy.
If you really want to be with him I think you should give him a chance you have my consent. Just please always know that just because i'm letting this happen doesn't mean I don't love you. It's because I love you that I'm setting you free. You can't live in misery over my death forever. Move on for me please."

I shoot up in bed. What the hell was that?!?!? It was a dream it was just a dream. That was the weirdest dream I've ever had. I guess me awakening and moving around caused Ashton to wake up to. He gets up and rubs his eyes. He groans and looks at the clock on the nightstand. I looked over to and it read 4 a.m. He grabbed me and pulled me towards him.

He started playing with the ends of my hair and then said "I had the strangest dream." I look over at him "so did I" said. He looks at me with a questionable gaze so I tell him all that happens. His face drains of all color. When I finish he's not looking at me he's staring blankly at the t.v.

I reach a hand in front of his face and wave it. He looks over at me and says "I had the same dream. The whole flower field, the house in the woods, and Michael telling me that he wanted you to be happy and since i made you happy that I was ok with him. He was also like Michael and said I better not fuck it up or he'd haunt me for the rest of my life."

Ashton laughed and I laughed along with him sounded like something Michael would say. Then I thought about it for a second. We had the same dreaming involving Michael telling us that it was ok to be with each other. Was that a sign did that mean that it was really ok for us to be together and that Michael approved? Or is it just our subconscious trying to convince us of want we want to believe?