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Alek sits next to me silently as I breath slowly for a few minutes, calming down. I thought he would leave after I went completely crazy on him, but for some reason he stuck around. After a little while I pick my head up and manage to look at him, though my face is probably red with embarrassment.
"Sorry," I mumble, then look down at hands resting on my lap.
"Just...tell me about it, okay? It'll make you feel better." How did he do it? Remain so confident and composed? This is the real Alek, my little voice tells me. Not the terrifying, malicious one from your dream. That Alek only exists on the battlefield, laughing in the faces of those who try to hurt him. Or you.
It wasn't fair. Usually people had time to compose themselves a little while before seeing the subject of their nightmare. Especially if it's a friend and not a family member living at home. Mere seconds after I woke up gasping, he was there prodding at me. I try to rationalize my reaction in my mind because t's more comforting than thinking I'm insane.
"Can we just talk about it later?" I ask, still looking anywhere but his face.
"You might not remember everything later as clearly as you do now," he says. When did he become such a dream expert?
"Trust me," I mutter under my breathe, "This is something I'll never forget."
He lifts his left hand, hesitates, then gently touches my arm. He's waiting to see how you'll react to him touching you, since you know, the last time he tried you acted like he was yielding a blood covered ax.
"Please?" He asks quietly, and I can't fight his eyes any longer. They're full of concern and seem oddly protective with something I recognize as longing etched deep inside. He still likes you. Shut up, voice... He said he didn't. He can say whatever he wants, but his eyes scream something entirely different.
"You and I were walking down the hallway in school,"
Alek doesn't say anything but there's a hint of pain in those eyes now. He's sad that it was him. What, I have a little Amy living in my head now?
"Um, it was dumb really," I realize as I'm talking how dramatic I acted and I feel so incredibly stupid. "We were just talking and there was this locker and you were saying seven for my lives, two for...my best friends, and four for the letters in your name," I let out a small smile thinking about that joke he made about Brian and how realistic it was.
"What?" he asked
"You said, 'don't even start counting-Brian has five. Like idiot.'"
Alek flashes a grin and I already feel the air starting to lose that horribly uncomfortable feeling. "Even in your sub conscience I'm wickedly sharp," he comments.
I roll my eyes and suddenly I don't feel like finishing. It was scary in the dream, sure. But now? It just seems so silly, especially with Alek sitting in front of me, listening to every word.
"I feel better already," I tell him honestly. "Can we just forget about the rest?" I wait for him to protest, if for nothing else but pure curiosity. You know what they say...
But Alek surprises me. He smiles easily and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. "Sure," he says, letting his hand drop. "You should probably be getting ready for school. It started 18 minutes ago."
Wait... "WHAT?" I exclaim, jumping out of bed and running to where my cell phone was charging on the floor. Crap, he was right. "Why didn't you tell me?" I demand while pulling out a pair of jeans and a tshirt, and my left shoe. Wait, just left? Shouldn't there be a right one also?
"Excuse me for being preoccupied with something more important..." he mutters and jumps onto my window's perch. "I'll be waiting in my car outside," he gives me a wink and jumps out.
That Alek. Boy was he something else...