As Good As Dreams
By: Christina K.
Chapter 6: Confessions
(A/N: Sniff, still no reviews. This makes Christina sad, but like I always say, I'm gonna keep on truckin'. So I'm going to go ahead and post the rest, no removing until it's over. Maybe once people fall in love with my characters, they'll love me and review. Anyway, this is all Delilah in here. Oh and for all of you Robbie fans, stick around, he'll be making a huge appearance in the next chapter. I promise.)
I had been out of it all day. I didn't know what was wrong with me.
I shook my head and locked my classroom door and headed home.
I knew exactly what was wrong with me. Travis was the first guy I had gotten close to in a year. I trusted him and was very attracted to him.
I walked into my apartment, my bag falling to the floor beside the couch, and into the kitchen to grab a soda.
"Hey girl, how was school?" Melanie called from her bedroom.
"Not so great. Can I ask you something "
She came out of her room, brown hair dripping wet with a towel wrapped around her.
"Yeah sure, let me get dressed really fast." She walked back in a minute later and sat down, watching me with rapt attention.
"Mel, I'm falling for Travis."
"And the problem is? You guys have been friends for what, six months? He's perfect for you."
"Melanie, he's still hung up on his ex from Canada."
"Maybe he isn't. I mean, why would he be? He's got you. What's got you stressing about this anyway? What happened between you two?"
So I told her about what happened during my break today. How Travis held me in his strong arms, how he smelled of sandalwood, and how, for the first time in over a year, I had complete trust in someone from the opposite sex.
"God, Mel, it felt so right in his arms, to dance with him, to hold him. I wanted to kiss him right then, but I couldn't."
"Why not?"
"I looked into those grey eyes of his, those gorgeous eyes, and I saw nothing. He'll never be able to love me, not with his mind on Lily all of the damn time. It's probably for the best anyway. I doubt I'm ready for anything serious anyway."
"Delilah, sweetie, it was over a year ago. You've got to let it go. It will just haunt you if you don't."
"You get raped by your best friend and try to 'let it go'!" I sighed, frustrated. "I'm sorry, I'm just going to go to bed."
"Okay, goodnight," she said, hurt by my outburst and I felt horrible about it, but didn't reply, just closed by bedroom door and laid on my bed, staring at my ceiling.
I couldn't get him out of my head, the look in his eyes, his sweet voice.
God, I wanted to cry, I can't believe I almost told him how I felt. I can't believe I could be that stupid after all I've been through.
I had to forget about those feelings.