Tangent 1 Forbidden Dreams
This tangent starts after the eighth chapter of "Broken Dreams" just incase you want to refresh your memory.
Chapter 1
Elijah crept silently into Nights' room. He wasn't to keen on sleeping in the big Castile alone, especially with Reala out to get him.
"Reala?"
Elijah froze.
Nights rolled over, "oh, Elijah, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here because I wanted to check on you, because you know how you…"
Nights looked at him skeptically.
"Okay, I'm a little anxious," Elijah confessed, "I was just going to curl up on the chair in the corner."
"You don't have to do that," Nights said, "you can come and sleep with me."
"You sure you're okay with that?" Elijah asked, blushing slightly.
"I and Reala sleep in the same bed together all the time."
"Well he's your brother," Elijah hugged himself.
"And you're not? Come on," Nights slid over to give Elijah some room.
Elijah slipped into bed next to Nights.
"So why are you so afraid?"
"I didn't say I was scared," Elijah said defensively.
"But you are, aren't you," Nights stroked Elijah's foot playfully, then blushed, "sorry, I don't know why I did that."
"Don't worry about it," Elijah blushed, glad it was dark in the room, "good night," he turned his back to Nights.
"Night," Nights turned his back to Elijah's back, and fell asleep.
Nights woke slowly. Elijah had his arms wrapped around him, spooning him. Nights snuggled back into bed. His eyes snapped open; he let out a small squeak and pushed Elijah off the bed. Elijah yelped as he hit the floor, "Ah, what was that for?"
"You were spooning me,"
"I don't have a spoon," Elijah looked a Nights quizzically.
"No, I mean you were hugging me, intimately," Nights blushed.
"Oh," Elijah said knowingly, "I thought that that was just a hug, I didn't mean it to be interpreted as intimate," Elijah blushed a bit.
They sat there, blushing.
"I like you," Elijah blurted out; he clapped his hands over his mouth.
"Like me?" Nights blushed, hard, "you mean like like me?"
Elijah nodded, hands still cupped over his mouth.
"When did you decide that?" Nights joined Elijah on the ground.
"I-I've have always kind of liked you," Elijah explained, "You were the first person that ever cared about me," he twiddled his thumbs.
"I've always kind of liked you too," Nights said softly.
"Really?" Elijah looked into Nights' blue-purple eyes, "will you… hug me?"
"Of course," Nights wrapped his arms around Elijah.
The held each other for a long time, not planning on letting go any time soon.
There was a knock on the door. Nights scuttled away from Elijah and hopped back onto his bed, "who is it?" he called out as Elijah settled into the chair in the corner.
"It's Reala," Reala said though the door.
"Come in," Nights said as Elijah shook his head pleadingly.
Reala came in, "hey, how are you, I haven't seen you in-" Reala looked over at Elijah, had Nights called to Elijah for comfort instead of him? "Oh it's you," he said viciously.
Elijah pressed himself against the back of the chair.
Reala looked back at Nights brightly, "as I was saying, I haven't seen you in a while, so I was wondering if you wanted to, I don't know, hangout or, something."
"Yeah, of course," Nights got up.
Elijah cleared his throat. Nights looked at him, "oh, I'm sorry, it's Friday. I'll hang out with you tomorrow, Reala, I promise."
"Oh," Reala's smile faded, "o-okay, see you tomorrow," Reala left, hatred for Elijah growing.
Hello author speaking… yes I made Nights and Elijah fall in love, please please please don't flame me and/or kill me!