While sitting in my next class, I thought about how I was going to avoid Alvin. I knew I couldn't lie, it just wasn't in my nature, so dodging the entire matter completely was my only real solution. That, or just tell him about the dream.
I considered that for a moment. Really, what was the absolute worst that could happen if I told him? He'd tell our siblings? Announce it to everyone in the school? Hold it against me as blackmail? From what I've heard, he would do all of the above.
But it wasn't like me to distrust people. He had never done me wrong before. Plus, I hadn't done anything to him - besides dream about him - so I doubted he would do anything to me without a reason behind it.
I sighed heavily when the bell rang and rose from my desk. Heading out into the crowded hallway, I saw no sigh of Alvin and half smiled. Maybe I could still go with option one.
That all changed when I was suddenly pulled into the janitor's closet.
"What the-" I was about to yell, but a hand was over my mouth.
"Keep quiet," They told me, then took their hand off my face. I recognized the voice immediately.
"What the hell, Alvin?" I shouted in hushed tone, turning to face him.
He just smirked at me, "It's later."
Suddenly, I froze. "I-I suppose it is."
Alvin rolled his eyes playfully, then stepped toward me. "Spill, Netta."
Was it wrong that I liked hearing him call me by my favorite nickname?
"I already told you, Alvin," I tried again, stepping back. "Nothing is wrong."
He stepped forward again, causing me to step back once more. It was a reflex. But I realized I had no room to step back anymore. I was pressed against the door.
"You're a terrible liar, Jeanette." He chuckled, moving closer. By then, our noses were almost touching and I could feel my face heat up. The closet felt very crampt all of a sudden. "Whatever it is, I promise not to laugh, make fun of you, or do anything else that would make you not want to tell me."
He sounded sincere, so I made my decision.
"Uh, o-okay," I took a deep breath and looked down, too afraid to meet his gaze. "I, er, sort of... had a dream about.. you."
"A dream?" He asked, sounding confused. I glanced up at him and looked back down. "What kind of dream?"
I bit my bottom lip, unable to go any further.
Comprehension finally hit him, and his lips turned up into a grin, "You mean a se-"
"Please!" I interrupted, "If you value my sanity at all, you will not say that word aloud."
Alvin laughed then, and I frowned. So much for his promise.
He must have caught on to what I was frowning about and stopped his laughs, looking at me apologetically. "Sorry," he spoke quietly, "I wasn't laughing about the dream, I was laughing at your virgin ears." I winced at the word 'virgin' and cleared my throat.
"It's alright," I looked up at him and he flashed me a smile that made my pulse quicken. "May I go now?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Just answer me one thing," he said, and I waited. Alvin suddenly smirked devilishly, "Was I good?"
My eyes widened, "Alvin, please! This is embarrassing enough." My cheeks were going to stay permanently blushed after this day.
He raised an eye brow at me, "Why are you embarrassed? Everyone has s-" I glared at him through what little light this cloest had and he corrected himself, "those kinds of dreams."
"I'm not embarrassed about dreaming it, only about whom it was dreamt about." I explained.
Alvin chuckled. "So you had a hot dream about me, big deal. It's not going to change anything between us." I was afraid he was going to say that.
Even though I knew he wasn't, and would never be, interesting in a girl like me, I kind of hoped. But those fantasies were quickly shattered.
"Meaning," he went on, "It doesn't mean I'm going to feel awkward around you now." That flicker of hope came back when he said that, and I felt like kicking myself for letting this turn into a crush.
"Like I said before, everyone has dreams like that." I rolled my eyes at his words, shaking my head. Alvin breathed out once sharply.
"If I tell you something... will you promise you won't be so hard on yourself for this?" I looked up at him and nodded.
He took a deep breath and looked down at our feet for half a second, then his eyes focused on mine and both his hands rested on either side of my head.
Finally, he said, "I've had a dream about you, too."
I was speechless. How could he have a dream about me? I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I had no idea what I was going to say to that.
Alvin obviously knew I was at a loss of words, because he chuckled under his breath.
"Does that mean you won't tell anyone about my dream? Or hold it against me?" I asked, hoping it wouldn't hurt him for me thinking that way.
He laughed, clearly unashamed of his bad reputation. "Of course not."
Now that we've settled that, I had to ask my next question.
"How could you possibly have a dream like that about me?"
"Are you blind, Jeanette?" Leave it to Alvin to answer my question with a question.
"W-well," I stammered, "I do have a stigmatism.."
He rolled his eyes, "Not what I meant," I was about to ask him what he did mean when he suddenly blurted out, "You're a babe, Netta."
I blinked several times at his choice of words and let them slowly sink in. Was this his way of telling me he was attracted to me? It appeared that way, but it seemed so... immpossible.
Every time I looked in the mirror, I saw a 'Plain Jane'. I sometimes wished that I could be as gorgeous as my blue eyed big sister, or as adorable as my blonde haired baby sister. More than enough boys were interested in the two of them.
Alvin pulled me out of my thoughts then, "You don't see it?" He asked. There was almost a hint of shock to his tone.
"Not at all." I replied honestly.
He smiled at me, leaning forward more. "Jeanette, you're beautiful inside and out."
Alvin called me beautiful? "I'm starting to think you're the one who's blind here." I said. He laughed.
"If you don't believe me.." he trailed off, then the list began. "You're probably one of.. no, you are the sweetest girl I've ever met before. Your I.Q. is almost as high as my brother's, but, unlike Simon, you can make me laugh. You being shy is kind of cute, and the clumsyness just adds to it." I thought he was done, but he went on. "Your selfless, caring, and are willing to give anyone a chance. You don't care what everybody thinks of you, and you dress and act whatever way makes you happy."
I had never heard Alvin speak so kindly of someone before, it made me smile.
"Not only that," He added, "but the years have been very kind to you." He eyed me from head to toe for a moment before looking me in the eye again.
That last comment made me blush again, and I let out a small giggle.
"Believe me now?" I saw him smile.
I nodded at him, smiling shyly. "Yes, thank you."
"Don't mention it." He smirked.
"Uh, you're a little close, Alvin." I pointed out, unable to back up.
"I know." He murmured, and his warm breath washed against my face.
I swallowed loudly, "D-don't you think we should be getting to class? I mean, we probably missed half of it already. The last thing I need is to get in trouble. Not to mention, I couldn't live with myself if I got you-"
I was cut off when Alvin crashed his lips down against mine.
It took me a second, but my brain eventually caught up with me. My eyes fluttered closed and I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck while he snaked his around my waist.
The feeling was nice; having his lips moving against my own.
I had to pull away then, practically gasping for air. I had forgotten to breathe.
"Wow," Alvin said, breathlessly. "A good kisser, too."
I bit my lip, trying to hide my smile. "I'm glad I told you about my dream." And to think, I was actually considering avoiding Alvin because of this.
"Me, too." He grinned.
Well, that's the end! Hope you enjoyed my story.(: I'll be writing more soon.
