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Chapter Four

Speak No Evil Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul IV

Sometimes We Dream

--Olivia Heaney

She runs from the comments that shatter her dreams and puts a wall around her heart. "

" Robi, " Sebastian's voice had echoed only an hour before hand. His eyes boring into her, as if, trying to glimpse into her very thoughts.

' What's happening to me? I'm acting as foolish as a school girl. Damnation, STAP OUT OF IT ROBIN! What can I can possibly be thinking! This is pure ludacris, what Sebastian asks. Huh... who am I kidding I said yes before the words even past his lips. Now, what to tell Amon. No doubt he will not be pleased,' a new thought and resolve coursed though her mind, ' I'd like to see try to keep me from it. I'm a grown women!'

She placed the key into her apartment door. Upon entering she could make out the shower running. ' Well I guess i have time before I have to face the music,' she thought as she made her way to the stereo system in her study. ' Hehe I made a funny,' she thought dryly.

After placing in Chopin she walked into the library. Well the library formerly known as guest room. As small as it was she would often go in there to sit in her favorite armchair, a red velvet masterpiece in its own, no matter how worn, and read. Sometimes even just to think about the going ons around her. As she was doing now, trying to figure out how she was going, exactly, to word what she had to say.

" When d'you get home"

Slowly Robin lifted open her eyes and rose from her chair. She rose. She stretched. She strolled over to shut off the CD player and glances at the clock.

" About thirty minutes ago," she says.

When she turned towards him she was finely able to take in his appearance. Amon had obviously just stepped out of the shower. He was wearing nothing more than a pair of grey sweat pants-- his chest exposed and wet, his hair was dripping and disheveled.

' Focus Robi,' she thought as she walked in the way of the living room, not looking at Amon as he followed close behind.

" Did'ya have a good nap"

Robin scoffed at that accusation. ' Nap? If only.' Unfortunately she wasn't sleeping but in a sort of meditative state. The subject of which she was contemplating was what was unfortunate. Unfortunate for Amon that is. All things considered it was excellent news on her part.

Flashback

" Join me for a jaunt"

" Sebastian I'm not a psychic. Please, what in the hell are you talking about." Robin looked at him from her seat across the table.

They were currently having lunch in a particularly expensive French restaurant over the sea.

" Come to the Carnaval with me. We can take a breather from this stuffy little town." He smirked.

" Carnival? You make no sense whatsoever. Its freezing out"

" Yes, its freezing here but I'm not talking about any droll carnival or the Carnivale. I mean the Carnaval! I'm asking for you to join me in Rio"

Present

" Amon." Robin roused him from his slumber. They were lying in bed.

"Hmmm," he grumbled.

" There's something we need to discuss... Amon"

"Scaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh"

' He's asleep'


AN-Ha! Bet you weren't expecting that lol, but I just kind of typed it tonight and put it on straight from here. Sorry it took so long. I have been in a reading streak ( it's OK if you don't understand ) since Christmas time area place thing. And the chair is from THE TALE OF THE BODY THEIF by ANNE RICE. It was my beautiful, beloved Lestat's.