Fantasy becomes reality Part Two
Jake's POV
I am lying in bed as an owl flies into my room though the open window.
Sitting up, I see the animal melt into my best friend.
"What are you doing here, Marco?" I ask trying not to look him over. (Don't successed at all)
"To tell you something," Marco says looking down at the floor.
"What is it?" I ask. "Is someone in trouble?"
"No. That's not it," Marco says. "I…I can't do this."
Marco begins to head towards the window.
"Wait. What is this all about?" I ask getting up not realizing that I am only in my boxers.
"It's nothing," Marco says looking away from me. "Forget about it."
"If something is troubling you, you know that you can always talk to me," I say stepping closer to my friend.
"In this thing, I can't," Marco says.
"Marco, just tell me what it is and I'll try and help," I say placing a hand on his shoulder.
He jerks away from me.
"Marco. Don't pull away from me," I say. "There is a reason you come here so tell me what it is."
"I can't," Marco whispers.
"Marco…" I say and turn him around so he is facing me.
I gasp as I see that he is crying.
What could be so terrible that it would move this strong a person to tears?
"Tell me," I whisper.
Marco shakes his head back and forth.
"Then show me," I say. "Do something so I know what is wrong."
Marco bites his lip then looks me straight in the eye like he has never done before.
He gives me a look that says, I want to kiss you.
And then he does.
I wake up to the sun shining on my face.
What a strange dream I had.
Opening my eyes, I see as always my ceiling.
I try and get up but something is holding me down.
Next to me, curled up into a little ball is my best friend.
Last night wasn't a dream.
It was a dream come true.