A Lighter Nightmare

DISCLAIMER: Hi, My name is Ariel and I'm writing about a nightmare that I had a few nights ago. Im warning you, true love is a false pretense. (words italicized are my personal thoughts)


Sometimes, love comes around and it knocks you down. Just get back up when it knocks you down.

AFTER:

Surrounded. We were surrounded by sweet smelling daises with the sun beaming on our foreheads as we lay in the meadow. You complete my love story. and it started with a text message.


BEFORE:

You wanted me to meet you somewhere. So i came to your house, uninvited. I never received your text messge-until i got there. You greeted me with a kiss. Nothing special, a light peck. Simply a welcoming gesture. You lead me to your couch and my favorite movie was playing...Twilight. It was at the scene where Edward was talking to Bella outside of Alice's car in the Cullen's garage. They were about to be seperated, almost permanently. Then Edward said "Bella, you are my life now" and kissed her on her forehead...

PAUSE.

what the hell is wrong with this loser. *sighs*

You paused the movie. Why i'm not sure. So i picked up the remote and turned the shit off. Then you stood up and walked to the middle of the living room floor. and you started walking back and forth.....back and forth..

he's crazy. i knew it, i shouldve followed my first mind. now what? are you gonna perform some type of ritual?

...Like Clockwork. I remained silent on the couch surrounded by empty gatorade bottles, sports magazines, and mexican baby pictures. Your house smells of pure lust and misery. Misery loves company, hehe ;)

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THAT WOULD HAPPEN TO BE A SIDE-EFFECT OF FALLING FOR THE WRONG GUY.

anyways, back to this shit.
You are perfect for me. You stop pacing. And you make your way back to your side of the couch and you sit and you stare at the television screen.

did Einstein notice that the television is off?

You're still staring, im not suprised. And we sit like this for about 10 minutes. Then you turn towards me and move closer.

uh-oh. Where's my pepper-spray.

I blink. I blink again, and again, and again. Then you take your hand and rub it across the side of my face. "Relax, Ariel" you said. maybe i could, maybe i should..BUT I WONT.

damn you, my face is gonna melt in his hands. avoid eye-contact. his iris is stunning.

The expression on your face lets me know that you have something you'd like to share.
"Say it" i command. You give me this puzzled look, then quickly replace it with a sly smile.
"free credit report dot com, tell your friends, tell your dad tell your mom" he said.
Thats when I knew you were crazy. "I love you, girrrl" he slurred. I THEN KNEW THAT HE WAS DRUNK.

Then he manages to put his hands around my waist as I make a sorry attempt to breathe. He moves my hair and gently kisses my neck. A quiet moan escapes my lips.

damn, I need this.

Then my eyes roll up towards the ceiling as if im asking God to confirm this. Is this really happening? Am I dreaming?

No, This is just a lighter nightmare.

He stops and looks me in the eyes and kisses me very passionately on my lips. Then your hands slowly make their way up my shirt, but i get restless-so i take the shirt off.

Good thing i put on a cami this morning!

We continue kissing and slide your hands up my tank top carressing my barbie-shaped body. Then we stop.


AFTER(CONTINUED)

You grab my hand and take me outside. Neither of us have shoes/socks on. You throw me into the meadow and kiss me. We roll around in the wet grass , kissing and nudging each other. Then we stop and look up at the clouds. "I have something to tell youuuu" i whisper.

am i drunk too? =)

Anxiously, you stop kissing my cleavage and look at me dead in my eyes.

*bad witch imitation voice* i'm melting! im melting....

"I dont want to love you, but I do. It's inevitable" i say,a little louder this time.

He closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh. I know he's tired of the bullshit.

A pear shaped tear rolls down my cheek, and you kiss my face.



In the morning:

I wake up. I dont move, I lay in the bed. I'm going to be late for school, but i dont care- I have to write this shit down. As i turn my head I notice a wet spot on my pillow. Its very tiny. About the same size that a teardrop could make.