We were all mildly drunk and dancing on the booze soaked floor. All in all, the night was going pretty well. Lady and Jake were making out in the booth, LSP and Finn were jamming out on the dance floor and Bonnie and I were grinding on each other. Pretty fun. Bonnie and I had been holding hands all night. I guess that was our thing. But all of a sudden, her hand went stiff and she stopped dancing. "What's up?" I shout. She's staring in the direction of the bar. "Bonnie, what's wrong?" I was beginning to get worried now. I followed her gaze to see a 20-ish year old guy. He had creamy brown hair and a bit of a beard. He was staring at us, well, mostly at Bonnie. "Babe, don't worry. You get club-pervs all the time-" "I don't feel too well. Can we go?" "Sure but what's the matter-" she drags me to the exit before I can finish my sentence. "How are we gonna-" I start, but she cuts me off again, "I called a cab. It's fine. Let's go." She pulls me into the car and we drive off. What the hell just happened?
"But can you just-" "I really don't want to talk about it." "But Bonnie-" "No."
"Bonnie! You've been saying that for weeks now! First about the dream, now about that random guy at the bar! Do you know him? Let me in here! I can't help if you won't tell me-" "I don't want you to help me!" "Well then what is this relationship? Relationships are about trust and loyalty, and I have no idea what's going on with you right now. Jesus, I told you about Simon for crying out loud! No one knows about Simon! But I trust you, so I told you. What did I do to make you not trust me?" I ask, sliding down against the wall to sit on the floor. I bury my head in my hands and close my eyes, "I don't open up. But I do it with you because I trust you. And, I love you, Bonnie, I really do, but, I have no idea whether you love me back anymore." I mumble. I feel PB slump down next to me. She lies her head on my shoulder. "Cam. His name is Cam." She sighs. "Who's?" I say, lifting my head up, "The guy at the bar. His name is Cam. He's my ex." "Why did you freak when you saw him?" She sighs and holds my hand, "It wasn't the nicest of relationships I've been in. It involved way too much emotional and physical bruising." I squeeze her hand and lie my head on hers, "Fucking asshole." "Yup." "So, what was the dream about." "Him. And you." I bite my lip and close my eyes, "What happened in the dream?" She squeezes my hand and clears her throat, "We were arguing. You got really angry, and started breaking things. Your face would change into his every second or so. It wasn't really nice." I inhale slowly before turning to my girlfriend. The pink haired girl. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close to me. "I won't ever hurt you. I promise. And if he goes near you again, I'll sort it out." "What do you mean you'll sort it out?" "I mean, I know people. I love you, okay? He won't ever hurt you again. I promise." I say, burying my face into the crook of her neck. "I love you too, Marce. I really do."