Chapter Two
Sam asked me about the hallucination later that night. "I was seriously dreaming Sam!" I said, trying to lie the best I could. She gave me a look and said, "Cut the shit Riley."
I sighed, giving up my facade. I plopped down on my bed, minding my head for Sam's bed, which was above mine.
We've share a room forever and sometimes it was awful. If we'd have a fight we couldn't storm off to our room because it was OUR room. But most of the time it was okay. We kept it clean, which was a feat all in it's own. Our room had been messy for years but finally our dad said our room was literally a dump. He bought us fries and a milkshake and that night at 10 o'clock, we spent 3 hours cleaning it. We're easily bought.
"I don't know... I saw a bear running around and then it changed into A LEOPARD! A LEOPARD! A GREEN LEOPARD!" I exclaimed, almost shouting in the end. "Shhh!" She said and looked expectantly at the door, waiting to see if our parents would walk in screaming at us for yelling at 11 at night.
"You SURE you weren't dreaming?" She questioned doubtfully. I shook my head fervently, if somehow the mere shake of my head could convince her I was telling the truth. She stared at me for a long time and then uttered the words I was dying to hear, "Okay."
I broke into a nervous grin and stood up with a jump. Luckily I didn't hit my head on her bed and I jumped around for a bit. "They're REAL!" I sang out, "What the fuck? They're actually real! Yay!"
Sam watched my performance quietly. I looked at her and realized. I stopped my dance abruptly and said sadly, "You DON'T believe me, do you?" I knew the answer, it was written all over her face.
"Riley, I think you were dreaming; it's the only possible way that story makes sense," she said gently but then added excitedly, "Honestly, it'd be SOOO COOL to believe that you saw Beast Boy; but I think you were sleeping. Sorry. Maybe you're watching that show too much. I don't know. I just can't believe it."
I sighed and sat down dejectedly on my bed. It honestly made sense that seeing BB was a dream. I mean, I was a tired fangirl writing fanfiction about the Teen Titans and then I fell asleep. Oops, sucks to be me.
"I'm going bed, night, love you." She looked at me sadly. "AWWW, Ri, are you sad?" I nodded and then said, "We have school tomorrow, lets go to bed, it's already late. I'm going to be exhausted tomorrow."
"No we are talking about this NOW," she exclaimed firmly and sat down beside me.
"No! I'm fine okay?! See, smiling?" I said pointing to my obviously fake smile. "Not that I'm grateful you crushed my hopes and dreams," she started protesting at the accusation but I continued talking louder, drowning her out. "But I REALLY WANT TO GO TO SLEEP SO GOODNIGHT!" I pushed her off my bed and she fell to the ground.
She looked at me livid. "Fine, BITCH, I was JUST TRYING to help but never mind. Fuck you," she spat out at me, glowering in my direction and then climbed the ladder to the top bunk. My only reply was to shut off the lights and go to sleep.
I awoke to the alarm on my tablet. I opened my eyes blearily and reached over the side of the bed, my hand grabbing around for my tablet to turn off the alarm. I felt my fingers slip around the case at I brought up to my face. I touched the screen and picked the little eye to show EYE saw it. Punny, huh? It shut off immediately and I threw it with a light toss to the end off my bed. I closed my eyes tiredly. Sam climbed down from her bunk and walked out the door saying, "Get up." I groaned and got up, stumbling slightly. I put on my outfit of the day, a white sweater and a pair of jeans. I particularly like my sweater because it had little golden studs on the shoulders. I fed our fish Eclipse, and then walked out of our room, bringing my backpack with me. I walked into the kitchen and took in the scene. My mom was reading the paper and Sam was eating breakfast:two waffles. I ran straight to the bathroom, dropping my bag next to my mom. I washed my face, brushed my hair, and brushed my teeth in a flurry of movements.
I popped in my contacts and put on some makeup. I wore eyeliner, a dash of brown eyeshadow, and generously applied a coat of mascara. Also I covered my blemishes, because if you think you don't have any, you're obviously deluding yourselves. I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed a granola bar. All of that took forty minutes. Wow, time flies by when you're trying to look pretty. Sam stood by the door impatiently. I grabbed my bag, gave my mom a kiss on the cheek and ran out the door.
We walked to the bus stop in silence, no-one giving in to saying sorry. I decided one of us should man up and I muttered, (a bit pathetically) "*cough* Sorry *cough*" She grinned a bit and then looked away, trying to hide it. "What did you say, I couldn't hear you?" She exclaimed deviously.
I pushed her lightly and said exasperated, " I'm SOO sorry for being a colossal DICK yesterday."
I heard her mutter something like, "And everyday."
I shot her a look but then grinned. That annoying bitch, oh how I loved her. We got to our stop and waited with the other girl that was usually on our side of the street.
The bus pulled up a few minutes later and we waited for the driver to nod his head before we crossed the street. We stepped into the bus and plopped down in our usual seats. I fished around in my bag for my iPod. Finally my hands grasped it and I pulled it out, only to find my headphones were missing.
"Sam, where are my headphones?" I asked her suspiciously.
"Oh I put them in the drawer." I looked at her disbelievingly. "I needed them! I can't listen to music all day now! Sammm!" I groaned.
"Oops," she exclaimed, slipping her earbuds in her ears and turning up the volume of her music to drown out my grumbling. I swear that girl-grr.
I sat sulking on the bus almost the whole ride. I perked up a bit when we got to Tom's stop.
Tom was one of my friends. That's it just friends, and that's the way it's going to stay. Which was good, his girlfriend Meg was one of my best friends. He was just someone interesting to talk to on the bus. He usually sat with either Sam or I.
The bus came screeching to a halt and the driver gave the nod for him and Matt (one of his friends and the only other kid at his stop) to come piling on the bus. But it wasn't just him and Matt anymore, there was another kid with them. Weird.
They came on the bus and I could hear their discussion from all the way in the back.
"-DUDE, it's the best game ever! How could you NOT know what it is?" a weirdly familiar voice exclaimed in passion.
"I've honestly never heard of it!" Tom exclaimed. They came down the aisle and I tried to look at the new kid's face. Matt slide into the seat in front of me with Joel (not Joel, JOE-L) (Joel was one of my best friends but he was super tired in the morning which made him grumpy, so we usually ignored him.)Tom slide in with Sam and the new kid, without even a glance in my direction might I add, plopped down next to me.
I stared at his back in disbelief. I glanced over in Sam's direction but she just shrugged at me and mouthed, "He's kinda cute." I rolled my eyes at her and faced the kid again. I cleared my throat loudly and the kid whipped around. I was about to give him a pointed glare but then I saw his face. No, it can't be.
He looked surprised to see me too for a second but then it quickly vanished under an embarrassed expression and he said sheepishly, one hand rubbing his neck, "Oops, sorry. I'm Garfield, Garfield Logan."
