Chapter 5 - Just A Dream Or Something More
As soon as they got into John's caravan, Torrie made herself comfortable on a small, black armchair. There were piles of dirty clothes on it, so she started to move them aside. John rushed to her aid "Oh here let me. Sorry about the mess" he said removing the clothes and dumping them on the floor.
"Quite a home you got yourself here" Torrie stated looking around with a look of distain on her face.
"Yeah well it's not much, but it's what I can afford, it's home" John calmly stated. "You look a mess, do you wanna take a shower?" John asked, seeing the state Torrie was in.
"Do you have a shower?" Torrie raised her brow.
"Sure I do, it's just through here" John cried, motioning for her to follow. They walked through the bedroom, she could just catch a glimpse of John's bed under all of the piles of clothes. John opened a small, brown door, "it's not much of a shower, but it keeps me clean" he laughed to himself. Torrie just gave him a weird look. "What?" John asked.
Torrie shook her head, "never mind" she sighed. "John I haven't got any clean clothes" Torrie suddenly realized looking down at her mud stained dress. John scratched the back of his head
"well erm...if you want you could stay here for the night and use one of my jerseys as a nightshirt" John hesitated.
"Well I don't know I really should be getting home" Torrie explained.
"Tor, it's gone midnight and you've got Big Mike out there with a gun after you, it's just not safe" John tried. Torrie thought for a moment,
"Well, I guess you have a good point, oh what could one night hurt?" She cried in defeat. John grinned as he handed Torrie a clean, red jersey from his wardrobe. "Nice dress by the way" he started eyeing the sie Torrie's dress was ripped. "Stop hitting on me Cena!" Torrie screeched, placing her hand to cover up the torn peice of fabric. When she saw him laughing, Torrie pushed him "you will keep your distance John" She said as she slammed the brown door in his face.
After a long time Torrie came out of the shower. Her hair was dripping wet and she was clad in only John's red jersey. It was so big on her that it was like a nightshirt. John looked up from the armchair "wow Torrie, you're really working it with that outfit" John grinned. Torrie put on a fake smile and threw the wet towel at him. "Hey!" he yelled.
"Er...where am I gonna sleep?" Torrie asked looking around seeing only one double bed.
"Well unless you don't like sleeping in an armchair, in the double bed with me I s'pose" he said looking around.
"What about the floor?" Torrie asked, but then feeling a fool for even suggesting it. John laughed "well, if you can find some floor to sleep on, then yeah be my guest" John rummaged through some of his clothes, trying to make some room for Torrie. "You know what it doesn't matter, I'll just sleep on the armchair" Torrie sighed making her way over to the armchair. She made herself comfortable and tried to adjust the jersey so that she was covered more. John smiled gazing at her, he took the sheet off his bed and placed it gently over Torrie.
She smiled "thanks" she gratefully said.
"You're welcome" he smiled turning to his bed and switching off the light.
"John?" Torrie whispered.
"Yeah?" he asked from his bed.
"Goodnight" she sweetly said. John laughed,
"night" he said back.
A few hours had passed and Torrie kept stirring in her sleep. She got up looking out into the dark night, she looked over to where John was sleeping and let out a faint giggle as she heard him snoring loudly. Torrie wondered what her mom and dad were doing, probably getting more search parties out to find her. She pondered on wheather to wake John up, after all she couldn't sleep and really didn't want to be up all night. She tapped him lightly on the arm "hey John" she whispered softly. John stirred "huh? Wha...wha?" he mumbled. Torrie giggled tapping him again, "John! Wake up" she tried again.
John shot up "Wha? Oh Torrie, what's wrong?" he asked rubbing his eyes.
"Well it's nothing really, I...I can't sleep. You were right the armchair is uncomfortable" Torrie sighed "Erm...John, would...would...would it be ok if I maybe, erm, slept in your bed please?" she nervously stuttered. John grinned
"sure...erm here you can sleep this side" he patted his hand on the right side of the bed.
"Thanks" Torrie smiled. She sunk in and covered herself with the quilt. She shivered it was quite cold in the bed, John wrapped his arms around her "is that better?" he asked. Torrie snuggled in more, "Yeah, your arms are nice and warm" she sighed, then her eyes went wide and sudenly she felt uncomfortable. John slightly coughed and removed his arms quickly. They slowly started to drift asleep, trying to forget about the little incident they had done earlier, feeling embarassed and stupid.
Torrie drifted deeper into her dream she was standing in a white room with no furniture. She looked around confused, but amazed at how large the room was, it seemed to be never ending. Suddenly Peter appeared in front of her "Peter" she meekly said.
"Torrie" he seductively whispered in her ear "I love you" he stroked her hair.
"Really?" she smiled. He grinned
"yeah, I never did stop loving you" he replied. Peter moved forward and started to kiss her. She kissed him back passionately "I love you" she cried. At that same moment Torrie was actually kissing John and she had spoke those last words out loud. John opened his eyes, seeing Torrie with her eyes closed. He didn't know wheather she was just sleep talking or actually admitting her affections for him. Nonetheless, John stroked her face and said "I love you too" kissing her back.
Peter moved away from Torrie's lips, which resulted in Torrie moving away from John's. Peter moved to a spot in the room and then a bed with red sheets and pillows appeared all of a sudden, he motioned for Torrie to come and join him as he slowly got into the bed. Torrie seemed to be in a trance she had no will power of her own and couldn't stop herself from following him. As she got into the bed, Peter cuddled up to her and they just lay there. At the same time Torrie wrapped herself in John's arms and sighed. John grinned when he had first met Torrie he had loved her, but never knew if she had loved him back. He would pluck up the courage to ask her about her true feelings. Little did he know that Torrie was just dreaming about Peter and didn't realize that she had actually kissed John.
well, I hope that you liked this chapter. I was wrting it while being attacked by a mosquito, but I won coz I killed it. Trying to bite me, I'll show it! Anyways next chapter is coming up, don't go anywhere lol!