Dream #4
Had another dream.....
That’s it. I’m done waiting for him to catch on. Its refreshing starting the day off without such a heavy wish laying on my chest. If he doesn’t understand yet how amazing I am and how he is missing out, I don’t think he ever will.
After getting ready, I’m out the door. I had just turned onto Monroe street when a giant smashed into my truck. I’m jolted to the rights. I see stars and those cute little birds you see on cartoons. I can hear voices, but I can’t see anyone. Then I see them, the beautiful brown eyes that have plagued my dreams.
“Goddamn it Lucy. Get up, we can’t be late again.” I can hear him, I see his luscious lips moving, but I can’t respond. “Come on, Professor is going to be so mad!” He stares at me like I killed his puppy, then I see his eyes soften, “Shit, okay. Let’s go get you checked out.”
He reaches over to pick me up and I think I say some lame joke, but thank goodness it came out as mumbles. He pulls me into his tone chest and I can feel him chuckle at me. I have a witty comeback but I bite my tongue and enjoy the closeness that I’ve only dreamt of.
I try to low-key smell him… good God. He smells like man. I mustn’t have been very sneaky because when I look up his eyes are laughing at me. I blush and lay my head back on his chest. Gosh dang, angels must have sculpted his chest. It is perfect. No one should have this nice of a chest.
He’s still laughing at me, so I decide its time to speak my mind. “If you wanted to hold me, all you had to do was ask, you didn’t have to plow into my truck.” He’s chuckling again, so I keep going. “Really though, dinner would have sufficed.” He stopped and looked at me, “If you keep that up, I’m going to drop you.”
Fine, message received, “Put me down Ryker.” I wiggle from his lovely chest, his muscular arms, his wonderful smell. I wiggle for dear life, “Put me down!” His arms circle tighter, his breath catches, “Now knock that off Lucy, you aren’t going anywhere now.” I pout. I know I’m 21, why am I pouting? Well, he must bring out the best in me. What can I say? I look up at him and he has a funny look on his face.
“Ryker, put me down. You don’t want to be here, so put me down and we can continue on with our lives.” I wiggle some more and then I feel it. He gasps and turns a color I’ve never seen him before. I giggle. Now I get it. I will stay still now. It’s nice to know holding a female in his arms has to same affect on him that having a man hold me is having on me.
“Goddamn it Lucy, why can’t you listen?” He is angry now, I’ve awoken his inner beast. “Well, if you would have just said, Lucy, don’t do that, I have a raging hard on, I would have stopped.” His eyes soften, laughing he says, “would you have?” Now its my turn to be embarrassed, he’s right. I would have kept going.
Finally, I realize he has been carrying me for some time. “Ryker, where are we going? Where’s the beast?” He looks down at me, “Your house, you may have a concussion. Your house is the closest so I can look over you. And as for the beast, he rammed into your little truck. He should be okay, but you can never be too cautious with your truck.” I shake my head, boys and their toys. They never grow out of it. “Ryker, please put me down. I can walk and my house is like two blocks away.” I give him my best puppy dog eyes. He finally folds, and lets me down.
I start walking towards my house. It’s a cute little craftsman. Light grey with white trim and a bold red door, it is my dream home. I go to reach for my keys and remember they are at the truck on Monroe. I look at Ryker, “Now don’t look. I have to get my spare.” He looks at me like I was crazy, but he turns away. I grab the fake rock on my porch next to my day swing and grab the key. I turn back around and Ryker is giving me a displeased look. “You really shouldn’t keep you key in a fake rock. Someone could break in.” Ignoring the comment, I walk inside.
I’m greeted by Bubba, my Bernese mountain dog. I was walking home one day and he followed me home and has been here ever since. Bubba is pretty laid back unless he sees a man he doesn’t know. Which is why Bubba started growling at Ryker.
“Down Bubba, its okay, Ryker here is a friend.” I run Bubba behind the ear, which seems to be enough for him because he heads back to his chair.
“He’s harmless, unless you harm me.” Ryker nods, but is still eying Bubba. I head into my kitchen and grab the ibuprofen. “Well, since we missed class, do you want anything to drink?” I look at Ryker, but he is busy looking at my pictures. I have a picture wall full of pictures of my family, friends, and loved ones. I walk over to see the one he is looking at and almost pass out. I forgot I put up the picture from middle school. I’m looking into the camera with a goofy grin and Ryker has his arm around me. It was the first and last picture I got of the two of us together before Ryker joined the football team.
You see, Ryker and I used to be best friends. We did everything together. The picture was taken on my 14th birthday, right before he found out he made the team. After he made the team, he decided I wasn’t cool enough for him to hang out with anymore. He just up and left me high and dry. Then we grew apart, him a sports star and me the captain of the chess club.
“I don’t remember this picture. When did you take it?” He looks at me expectingly. “That was my 14th birthday party.” I look away. He grabs my chin, “I remember that day, I got you one of those 100 pen things. You were so excited.” I look away. He reaches up and wipes a tear from my cheek. I pull away, “Anyway, you want a drink?” He looks at me with a funny expression. I turn to go into the living room when he grabs my arm and turns me to him. “Why do you still have that picture up? That was just before football. Why would you still have it?” I look away, he gently lifts my chin up again. Looking him straight in his perfect brown eyes I lay it on thick.
“That was the happiest moment of my life. I had you, a giant container of pens and all was perfect. It as that moment I realized I loved you. That was the last moment you took time for me. After that you cut me from your life like a stray hair. I keep that picture up to remind me that somewhere under all that muscle and ‘I’m better than you’ attitude, you are still the boy that knew I would love a container of 100 pens. Now, you need to go. “ I turn to head towards the door and he grabbed me. Next thing I know his lips are pressed to mine and it’s heaven. I must have died.
He chuckles against my unmoving lips and I’m sprung into action. I refuse to let this boy get away from me again. By no means is this my first kiss, but it may as well have been. Kissing has never felt like this. His hands are sliding down my sides, I reach up and grab his shirt. We finally have to come up for air and he places his forehead on mine.
“Woah.” He chuckles and kissed my nose, “Woah is right. Where did we pull that out of?” I giggle and look away.
He grabs my chin and looks me right in the eye, “Now its my turn. Lucy Ann, I’ve been in love with you since you threw the mud ball at me in second grade. Your laugh, your smile, you make me so happy. These last few years without you have been the worst ones I have ever experienced. I know I pushed you away. I was scared. We were in high school, I didn’t understand the feelings I had towards you. I didn’t comprehend that pushing you away would scar my heart for all other women. I can’t live without you. I need to you bring me back into your life.”
age 21
