Honest Dreaming
Disclaimer- I defiantly do not do not own Everworld, DDR, any of the characters or lyrics relating to them, nor am I making any money off them.
Random Info- "spoken"
'thought'
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lyrics
(scene change)
Warning- This story has SLASH or YAOI depending on what you call it. It's not too explicit, but if you don't like it, don't read it. I have warned you. And absolutely NO FLAMES. If you have a comment, make it. Pointless criticism does not interest me in the least. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.
I stared down at my mead in a friendly manner. It was very nice alcohol, I just wish David and the rest of them would have allowed Dionysus to conjure up some girls. You think our little hero could pull the stick out of his butt less than two days from Olympus. Apparently he had no interest in girls. Or anything, for that matter. Myself on the other hand, I was much easier to please. The fact that the Greek god of parties, booze and babes pulled all of the above out of his imagination was only a slight deterrent. At least until their toga/random other clothing option fell open just right . . . and believe me, these pseudo-women invented cleavage.
I looked back at the cup again and my own face stared blearily up at me. I wasn't drunk was I? I shrugged and waited for my visage to slip back into view in my cup. That's me, Christopher Hitchock, trapped in a lovely shade of . . . what color was mead anyway? I narrowed my eyes weakly until I realized I was glaring at my foot.
Ah well, who cared anyway?
Wait
I did, didn't I?
I grumbled incoherently while standing up with the intention of giving David a piece of my mind about his monkish habits. That's why I had gotten faced, because there were no available ladies. Suddenly I realized I needed to get to that pile of bushes first. For several reasons.
"I hate you, David."
"Huh?"
I felt a rush of pleasant feelings, but I pushed it aside assuming it was a side effect of suddenly not being drunk.
CNN- Breaking news, update. On the Christopher story tonight,
So, Everworld Chris, you got smashed and passed out. Again.
You know, Realworld Chris, if you hadn't just gotten a blowjob from Mary Sue, I would have some strong words for you.
I mentally sighed, allowing my eyes to unfocus my eyes over the cheap leather seat in my car and breathing in the smell of sex. Twenty minutes of coaxing the cheerleader-who-puts-out and I blow it- wait bad choice of words- screw over- not much better- the whole thing because Everworld Chris has horrible timing. If he hadn't held his mead for quite as long, maybe five minutes ago . . .
Note to selves: When you're drunk, hurry up and pass out. At least before your bodily functions catch up with you. I winced remembering the mess I made of the bushes. And I still hadn't puked. Personally I hoped I tossed my cookies all over David. Apparently our General doesn't have needs like all the other healthy teenage boys. Probably something Senna removed. She explains why bitch and witch rhyme. Which brings me back to . . . what?
Erk.
I tried to disconsern the last few moments of awkward silence in Mary Sue's eyes, but the void that faced me was all-consuming. She wasn't bad looking, slightly curly bleached blonde hair framed a nice little face, but her eyes were two black holes. Oddly enough, their official color was brown, but those vapid pools halted all thought. I strongly suspected that if I stared too long I would feel the urge to hump anything concave. She obviously didn't know anything, but, did she know anything?
"Wha?" I responded. Real eloquent Hitchock. 'Sue didn't notice. Her face perked into an expression suitable for conversation, but the skin above her nose didn't move. Like she was blind.
I twitched.
More likely it simply took too much brainpower to move all of the muscles in her face together. Eventually there was enough brain-processing power to bring her hand up to wipe her mouth. I couldn't help noticing her lipstick was still perfect.
"You said someone's name." She paused again to tilt her head to one side and pout sexily. That was most likely my cue to invite her to my house, but I was far to busy trying to remember what I said before I passed out in Everworld. It wasn't uncommon for me to continue a sentence from one universe to another. Ganymede's face swam into my mind. I hadn't been that drunk, had I?
"What was it again?" She asked. Again, I probably could have distracted my date then (so could a quarter) but I had just broken into a cold sweat. I wanted, need to know whose name I had said.
"Oh yeah, it was David. That's . . . not a girl's name, is it?" She looked confused.
Hell, I was beyond confused. I had passed confused about ten seconds ago, sped over fears and ran into hysteria. I had almost expected something like Ganymede, because I had been attracted to him. I wished I could deny something like that, but I couldn't.
But, David? That blew me out of the water, scared the crap out of me. It must have been a continuation of the last thing I said, right? Right?
-So I better just tell Mary Sue, not what really happened. Oh no, but I had to give some excuse before.
But I was too late and I knew it. Mary Sue had reached a conclusion while I was hesitating and once she discovered something, she refused to let go. Not that I couldn't try.
"NO!" I shouted, trying to pull my pants back on. "It's a nickname for this girl I know, she goes to another school-" I had this crazy urge to get my pants back on. I felt a little more protected, had a little dignity with my pants on. Please let me get then on before-
"It . . . was I boy, wasn't it!" 'Sue's happy expression (this had to be her first thought since third grade) faded to blank storm clouds. "You're gay?" She asked, trying to scoot away from me in the back seat.
I winced. I wanted to scream at her 'Of course I'm not! I just got a blowjob from a hot cheerleader and I liked it' and a hundred other things, but they stuck in my throat. I almost gagged on them.
Inside I could feel my brain had just stopped. As in ceased to function. Any minute now what Mary Sue had said and its social repercussions would sink in. Until then I was running on automatic.
"Er. . . ah. . . no!" I mentally slapped myself. If that didn't sound guilty, I don't know what does. As I suspected, the blonde nodded as if her suspicions had been confirmed. I was officially locked away in the 'loser' file in her mind, and she reached for the door to get out of the car. My heart sank. Not that I care about her, but I don't want her telling people I'm a pansy. Because I'm not.
"So you want me to drive you home?" I asked. Open mouth, insert foot. This just hasn't been my day, or night. Why would she want me to take her anywhere? She's obviously creeped out by my very presence. I bet she wants to get as far away from me-
"Sure." I blinked and stared at her questioningly. The vapid cheerleader flicked her still damp hair. "I don't want to ruin my heels. So no funny moves, fairy boy." She giggled at her own joke, and I rolled my eyes. 'It figures' I thought to myself while shoving my way back into the driver's seat.
As I turned the key in the ignition, I noticed where I had parked the car.
On Lake Michigan.
Irony's a bitch.
I seriously considered driving straight off the dock and ending it all, but the threat of spending the rest of my pitiful existence in Everworld was enough to get me into reverse. It wouldn't surprise me if I died here and got sent to Everworld. The Gossip Queen rolled down the window and started to file her nails.
"So which David is it?" The steering wheel jerked in my hands and I growled at her. 'Shut up blondie!' I do not need to have some kind of emotional breakdown while in control of a car. We were silent for a while as I got us out of the park, but seconds after I got us onto the freeway Mary Sue started listing off David's in our school. I gagged. What was I, another one of her followers she pumped for information? After the initial faggot comments she was treating me like one of her girlfriends whom wouldn't tell her their crush.
When I got home my little brother Mark was playing some game with the television so I couldn't even watch it. I told him to turn down the sound, but the lyrics drifted out to where I was eating leftovers for dinner.
Dream a Dream
Would you take me in a dream?
Take me any way you please
Boy you're making me scream
In retribution I stole his CD player and sat out on our patio, leaning against the brick wall of our house. I was surrounded by average, and I tried to drown my self in the normality of it all. Because soon enough, despite the horrible night I'd had, it would get worse. A part of me would return to Everworld, or already had. And what was left of me would have to face the scariest rumor in my entire life. Why couldn't I relax in at least one universe?
I tried to ignore the fact that I had completely clammed up when Mary Sue started calling me gay. 'Why had it taken me so long to defend myself?' I narrowed my eyes.
'What's wrong, Christopher? Don't tell me you don't know. Having doubts about your sexuality?'
I flung Mark's CD player into the patio. I'll buy him a new one later. 'I AM NOT HAVING DOUBTS! There is nothing to doubt. I was very turned on my Dionysus's babe's and they are shadows of real women.'
'And you are attracted to Ganymede.'
My hand froze over the player and clenched into a fist. 'Leave. Ganymede. Out. Of. This.'
'Fine. But why didn't you say anything to defend your heterosexuality when it mattered? It wouldn't have been hard to confuse one stupid cheerleader.'
I picked up the player, closed the lid carefully. No harm done. 'Because I was disoriented after getting back together with Everworld Chris. It will be no problem to explain something or another to the kids at school tomorrow.'
"Why David?"
My finger traced over a scratch in the player, right under the screen showing the track number. 'Had I put it there just now, or had it been there previously? Does it make a difference?'
'Stop thinking about it Hitchock.'
With the TV still occupied I slumped up the stairs and collapsed on to my bed. 'This was just crazy.'
I was dreaming, I had to be. Where else could the Greek countryside melt into my backyard? I stood on the patio again, Mark's CD player floating at eye level.
Something caught my eye, shining like the first rays of morning, and I walked towards it. Quickly, far to quickly, I found myself examining the glowing figure. The glowing person was hovering a few inches off the ground. Immediately I recognized the loincloth and lower body of the figure by the strange shivers he sent down my spine. Ganymede, it had to be. My gaze traveled lazily upward, and I blanched when I realized the face defiantly didn't belong to Ganymede. Instead, to my horror, I saw David smiling back at me, his soft dark hair swaying. I resisted the urge to touch it, because, of course, I didn't want to touch it at all. He leaned down towards me, and I couldn't move back.
Remember Chris, this is a dream. A dream!
I was drowning! I snapped into sitting position. David was standing over me in the dark with an empty bucket. If I had been looking at him from my spot on the floor, I would have noticed the torch from the tavern illuminated David's hair much like it had in my dream. Not that I was looking, of course. I groaned as everything (including sleep depravation) assaulted my massive hangover.
The saddest thing was I couldn't have been happier to wake up in Everworld, in the itchy hay that I had made into my bed.
"It's your turn on watch duty." David intoned. I blushed in the dark. No doubt April had sent him to get me up. She was sneaky like that. Wait. It was my turn on duty? I looked over and saw David lying down in the hay.
HE CAN'T BE ALLOWED TO SLEEP!
TBC. . .
A/n- Wow, I'm tried. I really, really need more sleep. And yes, I'm sorry, but it has been a while since I wrote anything, so this probably isn't going to be the best. As soon as possible I plan to get up the other half, from David's perspective. That's going to be interesting.
Anywho. I wrote this because decided I wanted to write some good old-fashioned yaoi. For the Hel of it I decided to write something that could fit into the series. So this is set at the very end of the sixth book, before Jalil, April, David Dionysus and Chris reach Olympus. They stopped off for the night at some random tavern where Dionysus is gracing the locals with his presence.Here's the whole version of the song Mark was playing on DDR:
Captain Jack- Dream a Dream
Dream a dream, lover, take me in your dream
Take me anywhere you please, boy
You're making me scream
Dream a dream, lover, love is just a dream
If you wanna set me free, boy
You're making me scream
Ooh la la di la da da
Take me anywhere you please, boy
You're making me scream
Ooh la la di la da da
You've gotta dream a little dream
Ho! One more time, I'm back with a new rhyme
Hey! Here we go again
Ha! Turn it up my friend
No! We don't stop
Ha! We rock the spot
No! We don't quit
Get ready, oh, this is it!
Do you like to dream?
Hey! I like to dream, baby
Do you like to dream?
Ho! I like to dream, mama
Do you like to scream?
Hey! I like to scream, baby
Do you like to scream?
Ho! So scream it out
Dream a dream, lover, take me in your dream
Take me anywhere you please, boy
You're making me scream
Dream a dream, lover, love is just a dream
If you wanna set me free, boy
You're making me scream
Ooh la la di la da da
Take me anywhere you please, boy
You're making me scream
Ooh la la di la da da
You've gotta dream a little dream
Uuh, party over here
Ha, bring it up from the rear
Uuh, party over there
Ha, hands in the air
No, we don't stop
Ha, we rock the spot
No, we don't quit
Get ready ya'll this is it
Dream a dream, lover, take me in your dream
Take me anywhere you please, boy
You're making me scream
Dream a dream, lover, love is just a dream
If you wanna set me free, boy
You're making me scream
Ooh la la di la da da
Take me anywhere you please, boy
You're making me scream
Ooh la la di la da da
You've gotta dream a little dream
Dream a dream, lover, take me in your dream
Take me anywhere you please, boy
You're making me scream
Dream a dream, lover, love is just a dream
If you wanna set me free, boy
You're making me scream
Ooh la la di la da da
You've gotta dream a little dream