I'm sitting looking over the edge of the boat into the murky water.
Murky and clear all in one.
It's just so beautiful.
I want to jump in but it's the middle of April and way too cold.
Small waves are rippling over the surface and it's just so peaceful.
I have my cell phone in one hand and my book in the other.
Next to me is my true love.
The one and only Tom Quincy.
He silently slips his hand on top of mine and then gently leans in a kisses me gently on the lips.
When he pulls away my eyes are still closed.
"Jude." He says.
I moan a little, not wanting to speak and end the moment.
"Jude. Come on. Open your eyes." He pleads.
When I finally open my eyes I'm laying on my bed, my producer and friend, Tommy is leaning over me. It was all a dream.
The lake. The boat. The kiss.
A dream.
I groan and get out of bed. I push him out the door and then get dressed in ripped capris and an AC/DC shirt.
I walk out my door, downstairs, and out to Tommy's viper.
The dream's contents are still buzzing through me.
I can feel Tommy's lips against mine and I can feel his hand lacing through my fingers. As I look at him sitting in the car I feel a jolt of emotion as I feel the kiss become not real.
And I remember Patrick.
My cute egotistical boyfriend.
I don't love Tommy Q. We're just friends.
I have a boyfriend.
Tommy has a girlfriend and would never really be interested in me.
That kiss on my 16th birthday? My theory is it was just a comfort thing. In the back of my head I know I would love to believe it wasn't but I was 16. What sane 23-year-old would fall for a 16-year-old? And if there was someone that insane would they fall so hard that they did something illegal?
I don't think Tommy is insane enough. It was just a comfort thing.
And Patrick?
He's s my age, 17. We've been together for awhile and I love him.
Wait, I do?
Yes, I like the sound of that. I love Patrick Presly.
And I don't have feelings for Tommy anymore.
I mean, it was just a dream, right?