(no subject)
Title: Confusion in our hearts
Chapter V
“Fuck!” I screamed jumping of the couch like being burnt, sweating like I’m in hell. I looked at myself; I was fully dressed, turned around the room realizing I’m completely alone. “Shit!” I sighted banging myself on my forehead realizing it was only a dream.
“Bam, what the hell happened?” Ville ran into the room with one hand on the towel wrapped around his waist. He obviously ran out of the shower for water was sliding down his curls, over his neck, running down his pale chest to his legs and down to the floor. Just the sight I needed the most right now.
“Are you all right man?” he was asking me obviously terrified by my outburst.
“You screamed like someone was killing you, man” he was looking at me with the warmth in his green eyes. I can only imagine the expression on my face as I was thinking to my self “Yeah, someone is killing me. You!” He moved his right hand towards me and that scared the shit out of me even more.
I jumped back, mumbling something like “Um…nothing…it was…a dream. Umm…a bad one.” I was walking backwards watching his face twisting in the manner of complete confusion. He was scanning me piercing my eyes with his. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to get out of it.
“I’ll take a shower to relax a bit,” I said as I start running to the bathroom, knowing he’s watching me, thinking what the fuck is wrong with me.
I slammed the door behind me releasing a deep sight of relief, leaned on the door. I let myself slide down onto the floor and banged my head hard a few times. Just a fucking dream! A fucking dream! Just a dream you say? Since when is normal to dream about your best friend giving you the best blow in your life? I’m going crazy. I’m loosing my mind.
A nock on my door froze me.
“Bam, is everything all right?” I heard from the other side.
“Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry,” I was saying as I picked myself from the floor going over to the shower to turn on a faucet so he could hear the water running.
“Are you sure?” he was asking with a concerned voice.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be over soon,” I was shouting to him over the noise of running water.
“OK, I’ll make us something to eat, OK?”
“OK” I shouted again, hoping he would finally walk away from the door and let me collect myself if that’s possible. I heard the footsteps going away from the door and I sighted again.
Shit Bam, you have to calm down this minute. You’re acting like an idiot. He knows something’s wrong with you. So if you don’t want to lose him, try acting like everything is OK. For fuck’s sake he’s the one who should be going mad thanks to you for he’s thinking he maybe got AIDS or some other shit from some unknown slut. Jesus! And instead of thinking how to explain the bruise on his neck and how to calm him down you’re freaking out. So thanks to you now he’s thinking not only about AIDS but also about your weird behavior. Like he needs that. Damn it!
I undressed myself and got under the shower feeling the water soothing me. I had to calm down at once, or I’ll make myself more troubles than I already have. I have to go downstairs, look him in the eye, and however hard it might be, act like I’m normal. Yeah right. Huh. Normal people kiss their friends, have sexy dreams about them, lie them and scare the shit out of them?! Stop it! Don’t go there! Not now. Not again. You’ll have enough time for that.
God it’s only about five in the afternoon, help me go through this day. Tomorrow he’ll probably get his results and I’ll think of some stupid excuse to leave him for a few days until I understand what’s going on with me before it’s too late.
I got out of the shower, got dressed, looked myself in the mirror saying “Everything’s fine,” not knowing what disaster is waiting me downstairs in the kitchen.
--------------------------------------------------------
Here you go? Love/hate it so far?
Chapter V
“Fuck!” I screamed jumping of the couch like being burnt, sweating like I’m in hell. I looked at myself; I was fully dressed, turned around the room realizing I’m completely alone. “Shit!” I sighted banging myself on my forehead realizing it was only a dream.
“Bam, what the hell happened?” Ville ran into the room with one hand on the towel wrapped around his waist. He obviously ran out of the shower for water was sliding down his curls, over his neck, running down his pale chest to his legs and down to the floor. Just the sight I needed the most right now.
“Are you all right man?” he was asking me obviously terrified by my outburst.
“You screamed like someone was killing you, man” he was looking at me with the warmth in his green eyes. I can only imagine the expression on my face as I was thinking to my self “Yeah, someone is killing me. You!” He moved his right hand towards me and that scared the shit out of me even more.
I jumped back, mumbling something like “Um…nothing…it was…a dream. Umm…a bad one.” I was walking backwards watching his face twisting in the manner of complete confusion. He was scanning me piercing my eyes with his. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to get out of it.
“I’ll take a shower to relax a bit,” I said as I start running to the bathroom, knowing he’s watching me, thinking what the fuck is wrong with me.
I slammed the door behind me releasing a deep sight of relief, leaned on the door. I let myself slide down onto the floor and banged my head hard a few times. Just a fucking dream! A fucking dream! Just a dream you say? Since when is normal to dream about your best friend giving you the best blow in your life? I’m going crazy. I’m loosing my mind.
A nock on my door froze me.
“Bam, is everything all right?” I heard from the other side.
“Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry,” I was saying as I picked myself from the floor going over to the shower to turn on a faucet so he could hear the water running.
“Are you sure?” he was asking with a concerned voice.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be over soon,” I was shouting to him over the noise of running water.
“OK, I’ll make us something to eat, OK?”
“OK” I shouted again, hoping he would finally walk away from the door and let me collect myself if that’s possible. I heard the footsteps going away from the door and I sighted again.
Shit Bam, you have to calm down this minute. You’re acting like an idiot. He knows something’s wrong with you. So if you don’t want to lose him, try acting like everything is OK. For fuck’s sake he’s the one who should be going mad thanks to you for he’s thinking he maybe got AIDS or some other shit from some unknown slut. Jesus! And instead of thinking how to explain the bruise on his neck and how to calm him down you’re freaking out. So thanks to you now he’s thinking not only about AIDS but also about your weird behavior. Like he needs that. Damn it!
I undressed myself and got under the shower feeling the water soothing me. I had to calm down at once, or I’ll make myself more troubles than I already have. I have to go downstairs, look him in the eye, and however hard it might be, act like I’m normal. Yeah right. Huh. Normal people kiss their friends, have sexy dreams about them, lie them and scare the shit out of them?! Stop it! Don’t go there! Not now. Not again. You’ll have enough time for that.
God it’s only about five in the afternoon, help me go through this day. Tomorrow he’ll probably get his results and I’ll think of some stupid excuse to leave him for a few days until I understand what’s going on with me before it’s too late.
I got out of the shower, got dressed, looked myself in the mirror saying “Everything’s fine,” not knowing what disaster is waiting me downstairs in the kitchen.
--------------------------------------------------------
Here you go? Love/hate it so far?