She didn't want to believe she was finally here.... Standing at the altar, about to be wed...
Breathing in, I smiled to myself and snuggled closer to warm body next to me. I made some sort of contented noise and yelped when something cold and hard hit my back. (The floor) I sat up, groaning. My best friend, Alex, was staring down at me apologetically. Wincing, I got to my feet, stretching my legs as I yawned tiredly. Alex muttered an apology and scooted to the far side of the bed. Apparently I had a murderous look on my face since he looked at me with some spark of fear in his eyes. He peeked up at me as I sat down on the twin bed we were sharing in my room. He cautiously moved closer, touching my arm. Leaning backward, I could feel his arms wrap around my waist, his hot breath on my neck. It felt good to be in his arms, even if we were only friends.
I looked at the ceiling for a few minutes, giggling when Alex's face hovered into view. He bent closer and I stole a kiss, almost sorry I'd done it for the look on his face. Looking confused, he stared at me for a while then disappeared from view. His hands let go of my hips, arms leaving my waist. I wanted to reach for him, pull him closer and never let go but I knew it couldn't happen; I wanted to be with him... We were just friends, couldn't be anything else. He didn't come back and suddenly I was cold everywhere he'd been. My back felt the cold tile floor up against it once more, my waist the icy touch of air. I got off the bed, frustrated that he'd left. Stomping angrily over to my dresser, I pulled open the shirts drawer, yanking out a wrinkled, sleeveless black shirt with a silver winged skull and slipped it on over my black front-clasp bra.
As I ripped open my pants drawer (third), I felt my door open and ignored the sound of bare feet on the hardwood. I didn't want Alex to think I'd heard him. I was still ticked. Not looking at him, I pulled on a pair of faded blue hiphuggers, grumbling tiredly. The thought of going to work when I'd hardly slept the night before disgusted me to no end, and I felt terrible; especially since I seemed to've hurt Alex. I just wanted to crawl back into bed and die, I felt terrible. Alex seemed to know because he walked over and hugged me tightly, smiling down at me when I looked at him. I was afraid he would never touch me again. Escaping his grasp, I walked slowly towards my dresser again, easing open the first (socks and intimates) drawer. I took out a pair of footies and looked around for my boots, smirking and pouncing on them. I slipped them on, zipped 'em up and stood up, twirling for Alex's disapproval. He laughed, giving me the thumbs-up.
Smiling happily, I skipped to the top of the stairs and waved goodbye as I descended to the front door. His laughter echoed down to me and followed me. Feeling carefree, I trotted to the edge of my driveway, turned left, and began ascending my street. I felt the wind pick up a little and play with my hair; blowing it into my face. Growling, I pushed it back and increased my pace. My ponytail was falling out, but I was too busy trying to make it to my job to care. I made it to the mansion and knocked on the door, fixing my hair properly. Crawley answered the door and we shook hands, exchanging polite words. He stepped aside, allowing me to enter.
If it's too descriptive, I'll fix it...
Topic: Am I Dreaming? (Read 2221 times)