I'm dreaming, right?
I'm dreaming, right?
Heroes {RP!verse} | Milo, Zach, Me
PG13 | 923 words
Peaceful images filled her dreams as she nestled her head into the pillow, the faint whizzing of the fan lulling her to sleep. A sharp and drawn out ring echoed in her ears and she groaned, slowly opening her eyes to stare through the darkness. Throwing a hand to her forehead, Sara turned over onto her back, letting her eyes adjust to the night. She wasn’t quite sure if the sound she heard was real of if it was a product of her dreams.
The doorbell rang again and she got the confirmation, drawing a hand through her long blonde hair as she pushed herself up from the bed. Dragging her body through the living room, her hand absent-mindedly flicked the lights on and she hissed, the contrast momentarily blinding her. She made her way to the door, her hand withdrawing from her eyes to rest on the doorknob as she opened the door.
“Hey!” came the giddy welcome of a young man. He was not much taller than her, with cropped brown hair and brown eyes. She had to blink repeatedly to make sure she was actually awake, her mind firing questions left and right. His foot stepped forward as he let himself in, his voice almost in hyper speed, “I’m glad you’re up. I need to talk.” He walked through the living room, rounding the small armchair completing the L of the seating area. “You’re not doing anything, are you?” he asked, standing next to the four ottomans that made up the coffee table.
Sara looked at the young man oddly, her voice spitting out words sarcastically, “No… of course not,” she shrugged, “It’s not like I need sleep to function, right?” Milo laughed, his mouth slightly tilted from a childhood defect. “True.”
She smiled in return, her skepticism building as she asked him a question, “I’m sorry, how do I know you?” Milo turned around to face her, giving her the look. The look most men give women when they’ve asked a dumb question; a look as if asking ‘have you hit your head or something?’ He lowered himself down on the couch, his dark eyes set on her face as he scoffed, “Sara… please.”
Blinking her eyes in confusion, her shoulders shrugged, letting the question pass as she walked around to join him, taking her place in the confines of the armchair. She pulled her legs up, her bare feet tucking into the cushions as her knees rested against her chest. As if someone had opened up two free lanes on a freeway to ease traffic, Milo shot into a rapid discussion, his lips spurting out random topics including acting, moods and muscle cars.
The tone of his voice began to drown out and Sara found herself leaning her head forward, the bridge of her nose resting just below her knees. Her eyes became heavy, her eyelashes fluttering shut as she was once again lulled to sleep. Sweet, peaceful sleep didn’t last long as the astringent tone of her name jerked her awake.
“I’m sorry!” she blurted, her eyes wide open as they blinked, shaking the exhaustion from her body. She yawned bringing her hand back up to rub her eyes, “Milo… it’s just,” she paused, her blue-green eyes looking at him, “It’s 3 in the morning… and I have work tomorrow.”
“No you don’t.” came his reply and Sara tilted her head to the side. “Excuse me?” she said, dropping her right leg down from the chair. The odd look returned and he answered her question, “You finished your scenes two days ago…” His voice had calmed down by now and his brown eyes narrowed, showing slight worry.
She stared at him for a few minutes, her mind racing with thoughts. She wasn’t an actress; she had never met him before… Granted, she knew who he was but she couldn’t for the life of her remember how they met and why they seemed to be close. There were just too many questions left unanswered and she wondered once more if she was indeed dreaming. His eyes drifted from her face and his animated conversation returned, “Oh! Which reminds me, Sendhil wants to know when you’re going to be over on Saturday?”
That was it, she was dreaming. “Sendhil?” she repeated and Milo gave her another look, reaching over and placing his open palm against her forehead. “Are you sure you’re feeling ok?” he asked, retracting his hand to see her staring doe-eyed at him. Apparently, this wasn’t a dream; she could still feel the lingering warmth from his hand on her skin.
Her eyes narrowed, “Did my husband put you up to this?” The question caused the young man to burst into laughter, “Husband?!” he asked through fits of giggles, “Sara… you’re not married.” He continued through his amusement, muffling the small giggles when he lifted his gaze towards the bedroom door.
“What’s Milo doing here?” the statement came from behind her and she turned her head around to face the unknown voice. Her eyes widened upon seeing another man standing in the open doorframe. He was about 6’4”, with dark brown eyes and short brown hair that was messily sticking upward in a fauxhawk. She stared at his face, stubble speckling his jaw bone and continuing down his neck. He noticed her sudden enthrallment with his face and smiled, his white teeth shining as he blinked. Her gaze diverted downwards to his wardrobe, or lack of. He was leaning on the corner of the door, his blue pajama clad legs crossed and his arms folded across his bare chest.
Sara recognized him almost immediately, two words escaping her lips before she lost her footing and fell out of the chair, “Holy shit.”
Heroes {RP!verse} | Milo, Zach, Me
PG13 | 923 words
Peaceful images filled her dreams as she nestled her head into the pillow, the faint whizzing of the fan lulling her to sleep. A sharp and drawn out ring echoed in her ears and she groaned, slowly opening her eyes to stare through the darkness. Throwing a hand to her forehead, Sara turned over onto her back, letting her eyes adjust to the night. She wasn’t quite sure if the sound she heard was real of if it was a product of her dreams.
The doorbell rang again and she got the confirmation, drawing a hand through her long blonde hair as she pushed herself up from the bed. Dragging her body through the living room, her hand absent-mindedly flicked the lights on and she hissed, the contrast momentarily blinding her. She made her way to the door, her hand withdrawing from her eyes to rest on the doorknob as she opened the door.
“Hey!” came the giddy welcome of a young man. He was not much taller than her, with cropped brown hair and brown eyes. She had to blink repeatedly to make sure she was actually awake, her mind firing questions left and right. His foot stepped forward as he let himself in, his voice almost in hyper speed, “I’m glad you’re up. I need to talk.” He walked through the living room, rounding the small armchair completing the L of the seating area. “You’re not doing anything, are you?” he asked, standing next to the four ottomans that made up the coffee table.
Sara looked at the young man oddly, her voice spitting out words sarcastically, “No… of course not,” she shrugged, “It’s not like I need sleep to function, right?” Milo laughed, his mouth slightly tilted from a childhood defect. “True.”
She smiled in return, her skepticism building as she asked him a question, “I’m sorry, how do I know you?” Milo turned around to face her, giving her the look. The look most men give women when they’ve asked a dumb question; a look as if asking ‘have you hit your head or something?’ He lowered himself down on the couch, his dark eyes set on her face as he scoffed, “Sara… please.”
Blinking her eyes in confusion, her shoulders shrugged, letting the question pass as she walked around to join him, taking her place in the confines of the armchair. She pulled her legs up, her bare feet tucking into the cushions as her knees rested against her chest. As if someone had opened up two free lanes on a freeway to ease traffic, Milo shot into a rapid discussion, his lips spurting out random topics including acting, moods and muscle cars.
The tone of his voice began to drown out and Sara found herself leaning her head forward, the bridge of her nose resting just below her knees. Her eyes became heavy, her eyelashes fluttering shut as she was once again lulled to sleep. Sweet, peaceful sleep didn’t last long as the astringent tone of her name jerked her awake.
“I’m sorry!” she blurted, her eyes wide open as they blinked, shaking the exhaustion from her body. She yawned bringing her hand back up to rub her eyes, “Milo… it’s just,” she paused, her blue-green eyes looking at him, “It’s 3 in the morning… and I have work tomorrow.”
“No you don’t.” came his reply and Sara tilted her head to the side. “Excuse me?” she said, dropping her right leg down from the chair. The odd look returned and he answered her question, “You finished your scenes two days ago…” His voice had calmed down by now and his brown eyes narrowed, showing slight worry.
She stared at him for a few minutes, her mind racing with thoughts. She wasn’t an actress; she had never met him before… Granted, she knew who he was but she couldn’t for the life of her remember how they met and why they seemed to be close. There were just too many questions left unanswered and she wondered once more if she was indeed dreaming. His eyes drifted from her face and his animated conversation returned, “Oh! Which reminds me, Sendhil wants to know when you’re going to be over on Saturday?”
That was it, she was dreaming. “Sendhil?” she repeated and Milo gave her another look, reaching over and placing his open palm against her forehead. “Are you sure you’re feeling ok?” he asked, retracting his hand to see her staring doe-eyed at him. Apparently, this wasn’t a dream; she could still feel the lingering warmth from his hand on her skin.
Her eyes narrowed, “Did my husband put you up to this?” The question caused the young man to burst into laughter, “Husband?!” he asked through fits of giggles, “Sara… you’re not married.” He continued through his amusement, muffling the small giggles when he lifted his gaze towards the bedroom door.
“What’s Milo doing here?” the statement came from behind her and she turned her head around to face the unknown voice. Her eyes widened upon seeing another man standing in the open doorframe. He was about 6’4”, with dark brown eyes and short brown hair that was messily sticking upward in a fauxhawk. She stared at his face, stubble speckling his jaw bone and continuing down his neck. He noticed her sudden enthrallment with his face and smiled, his white teeth shining as he blinked. Her gaze diverted downwards to his wardrobe, or lack of. He was leaning on the corner of the door, his blue pajama clad legs crossed and his arms folded across his bare chest.
Sara recognized him almost immediately, two words escaping her lips before she lost her footing and fell out of the chair, “Holy shit.”