Please Don't Wake Me Up When I'm Dreaming, chapter 11
"You know what? I'm so fucking tired of this bullshit! You break up with ME and then come crawling back to ME when that little bitch won't take you back?! Uh-uh, not this time!" I yelled as Ryder desperately begged for my forgiveness.
"I know, but I'm really sorry an-"
"Do I look like I fucking care?! I love you, Ryder. But I'm not putting up with you anymore!"
"But, if you'd jus-"
"Goodbye!" I yelled, walking out of his house, now in tears. I really did love him, but it was just too much for me.
Walking down his driveway, I stopped as I felt someone's arms slowly wrap around my waist and turn me around to face them.
"Tré." Was all I was able to say through sobbing and tears running down my cheeks.
"It's okay, I'm here now." I sobbed and cried into his shoulder, welcoming the comfort that his strong arms provided around my body; taking in every bit of the sweet scent of his cologne. He walked me home that night, we sat on the front porch talking for hours. About Ryder, about Claudia and Lisea. Of course, Frankito and Ramona, too. My dad wasn't home at the time, so I invited Tré in since I knew I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon, even though it was pretty late. We sat around watching T.V. until I fell asleep in his arms. I was so miserable without Ryder, but Tré seemed to make all of my problems just go away.
*****
"Ray? C'mon, you awake? Would you wake up, already?! Damnit!" Tré yelled, shaking me.
"Hm? Oh, Sorry, did I wake you again?" It was just a dream again, damnit!
"Yeah, actually you did." Tré said, calm again. Running his hand through is tousled hair. He looked so hott when he did that.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I keep doing that. I'm normally quiet when I sleep, really."
"I find that hard to believe. I don't think you've gone through one night or gotten through one nap without sleep talking."
"I'm so sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me. What time is it, anyway?"
"It's 3:57AM. I'm surprised you didn't wake her up, she's right next to you." He asked, pointing to Araxie.
"Yeah, when she's tired, nothing can wake her up." I said, smiling.
"So, what were you drea- I mean, having a nightmare about this time?"
"Actually, it was more like a dream this time. It started out bad, but turned out good."
"Care to explain?" I thought about this for a moment. Should I tell him? I mean, what if he thought I was crazy? What if it makes him mad? I don't wanna make him mad. But, he seems so nice. I think he'd understand. It was only a dream, anyway.
"Well, I was at my boyfriend's house again. He had dumped me before and gotten back together with Jenni. She dumped him and now he was coming back to me, begging for forgiveness. I told him I was sick of it all. Even though I loved him, I couldn't put up with his bullshit anymore. He started to say something but I just said 'Goodbye', cutting him off as I walked out the door. About halfway down the driveway I was sobbing hysterically and in tears. Then, out of nowhere, someone comes up from behind me and puts their arms around my waist, turning me around to see them." I paused for a second; scared to tell him the next part.
"Is that all you remember?"
"Well..."
"C'mon, it's okay. You can tell me anything. I trusted you with my secret, you can trust me, too. I'm not going to make you tell me, but I'd like you to trust me." Tré said in a soothing voice, locking his eyes on mine. I knew he wouldn't tell anyone. I doubt he would get mad, if anything, he'd find it amusing.
"It-it was you. You let me cry on your shoulder for what seemed like forever. You just kept telling me that everything was going to be okay. You walked me home and we sat on the front porch for hour sjust talking. About Claudia and Lisea, about Ryder. About Ramona and Frankito, too. We went inside after a while and since my dad was out, I invited you in. We watched T.V. on the couch until I fell asleep in your arms." Tré was staring down at the floor, laughing to himself. "What the fuck is so funny?!" Tré looked up and just stared into my eyes, still smirking. He started leaning in closer to me as his eyes fluttered shut. I could feel is breath on my lips and just as his lips barely touched mine we heard a loud scream.
"Tré what the fuck?!"
"M-Mike, i-it's not what you think. I- we were ju-"
"No, you know what, I don't even want to know. I'm just going to go back to bed and pretend I never saw this, okay? Okay." Mike walked back to his room and as soon as he shut the door, Tré and I just stared at eachother and laughed.
"You think he'll say anything?" I asked Tré, trying not to laugh.
"Nah, he wouldn't tell anybody, if that's what you mean. When he gets a chance, though, he is going to ask questions."
"Oh, joy!" I said sarcastically, still giggling a little. We sat on the floor in silence for a while, Tré fidgeting with my blankets and I just staring off into space.
"Hey, you can sleep on the couch if you want. More comfy. I didn't give you much to sleep with down here."
"Yeah, thanks for that, by the way." I said, grinning. "I don't think there'd be enough room on the couch for both of us, though."
"Haha, no. I meant you can sleep up there and I'll sleep down here. If you wanted me to, though, I could slee-"
"No, Tré. I like my space." I said, winking at him and getting myself comfortable on the couch.
"Ah, well. I tried. Good night." He said, lying down to go to sleep.
"G'night. Oh, and thanks."
"For what?" He asked, turning around to face me, now. I had my head towards the back of the couch, so I couldn't see him.
"For listening." I sleepily said as I closed my eyes and drifted off.
"I know, but I'm really sorry an-"
"Do I look like I fucking care?! I love you, Ryder. But I'm not putting up with you anymore!"
"But, if you'd jus-"
"Goodbye!" I yelled, walking out of his house, now in tears. I really did love him, but it was just too much for me.
Walking down his driveway, I stopped as I felt someone's arms slowly wrap around my waist and turn me around to face them.
"Tré." Was all I was able to say through sobbing and tears running down my cheeks.
"It's okay, I'm here now." I sobbed and cried into his shoulder, welcoming the comfort that his strong arms provided around my body; taking in every bit of the sweet scent of his cologne. He walked me home that night, we sat on the front porch talking for hours. About Ryder, about Claudia and Lisea. Of course, Frankito and Ramona, too. My dad wasn't home at the time, so I invited Tré in since I knew I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon, even though it was pretty late. We sat around watching T.V. until I fell asleep in his arms. I was so miserable without Ryder, but Tré seemed to make all of my problems just go away.
*****
"Ray? C'mon, you awake? Would you wake up, already?! Damnit!" Tré yelled, shaking me.
"Hm? Oh, Sorry, did I wake you again?" It was just a dream again, damnit!
"Yeah, actually you did." Tré said, calm again. Running his hand through is tousled hair. He looked so hott when he did that.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I keep doing that. I'm normally quiet when I sleep, really."
"I find that hard to believe. I don't think you've gone through one night or gotten through one nap without sleep talking."
"I'm so sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me. What time is it, anyway?"
"It's 3:57AM. I'm surprised you didn't wake her up, she's right next to you." He asked, pointing to Araxie.
"Yeah, when she's tired, nothing can wake her up." I said, smiling.
"So, what were you drea- I mean, having a nightmare about this time?"
"Actually, it was more like a dream this time. It started out bad, but turned out good."
"Care to explain?" I thought about this for a moment. Should I tell him? I mean, what if he thought I was crazy? What if it makes him mad? I don't wanna make him mad. But, he seems so nice. I think he'd understand. It was only a dream, anyway.
"Well, I was at my boyfriend's house again. He had dumped me before and gotten back together with Jenni. She dumped him and now he was coming back to me, begging for forgiveness. I told him I was sick of it all. Even though I loved him, I couldn't put up with his bullshit anymore. He started to say something but I just said 'Goodbye', cutting him off as I walked out the door. About halfway down the driveway I was sobbing hysterically and in tears. Then, out of nowhere, someone comes up from behind me and puts their arms around my waist, turning me around to see them." I paused for a second; scared to tell him the next part.
"Is that all you remember?"
"Well..."
"C'mon, it's okay. You can tell me anything. I trusted you with my secret, you can trust me, too. I'm not going to make you tell me, but I'd like you to trust me." Tré said in a soothing voice, locking his eyes on mine. I knew he wouldn't tell anyone. I doubt he would get mad, if anything, he'd find it amusing.
"It-it was you. You let me cry on your shoulder for what seemed like forever. You just kept telling me that everything was going to be okay. You walked me home and we sat on the front porch for hour sjust talking. About Claudia and Lisea, about Ryder. About Ramona and Frankito, too. We went inside after a while and since my dad was out, I invited you in. We watched T.V. on the couch until I fell asleep in your arms." Tré was staring down at the floor, laughing to himself. "What the fuck is so funny?!" Tré looked up and just stared into my eyes, still smirking. He started leaning in closer to me as his eyes fluttered shut. I could feel is breath on my lips and just as his lips barely touched mine we heard a loud scream.
"Tré what the fuck?!"
"M-Mike, i-it's not what you think. I- we were ju-"
"No, you know what, I don't even want to know. I'm just going to go back to bed and pretend I never saw this, okay? Okay." Mike walked back to his room and as soon as he shut the door, Tré and I just stared at eachother and laughed.
"You think he'll say anything?" I asked Tré, trying not to laugh.
"Nah, he wouldn't tell anybody, if that's what you mean. When he gets a chance, though, he is going to ask questions."
"Oh, joy!" I said sarcastically, still giggling a little. We sat on the floor in silence for a while, Tré fidgeting with my blankets and I just staring off into space.
"Hey, you can sleep on the couch if you want. More comfy. I didn't give you much to sleep with down here."
"Yeah, thanks for that, by the way." I said, grinning. "I don't think there'd be enough room on the couch for both of us, though."
"Haha, no. I meant you can sleep up there and I'll sleep down here. If you wanted me to, though, I could slee-"
"No, Tré. I like my space." I said, winking at him and getting myself comfortable on the couch.
"Ah, well. I tried. Good night." He said, lying down to go to sleep.
"G'night. Oh, and thanks."
"For what?" He asked, turning around to face me, now. I had my head towards the back of the couch, so I couldn't see him.
"For listening." I sleepily said as I closed my eyes and drifted off.
