Miss Troublemaker
Sometimes stuff makes you do despicable deeds. As of this moment, I am dumbfounded by the leather jacket held out to me. If I were not soaking wet, shivering with a cold, and going red due to fever, I would happily waste his attempt at being a gentleman. His biceps twitched as he held out the jacket further while he pitched his voice. How dare he command me? It can’t be possible that my wavering hands are reaching out for the jacket that is drenched with the scent of pure leather. Maybe my hands are naive or my vision is blurred or my senses are blocked as I am reaching out for something out of reach. I shut my eyes. Maybe I am just dreaming. Suddenly he wraps my shoulders with his jacket. I want to take it all in: the warmth, the pleasure, and the gist. All of his kindness seems to be a fantasy. Am I still alive? The warmth brings on realization and my eyes snap open. What am I doing with my enemy by my side?
It's just a nightmare
Aaron's pov
I close my eyes as the softness of the bed pulls me in. After an unexpected and undeniably tiring day, I try to relax every limb of my body bit by bit, but it's my mind which can't be put to ease.
One cringe thought lingers around. Olive Martinez. I repeat that name.
How is it possible to meet a nemesis so sudden in your life?
She just declared an open war against me. Not only did she interfere with my calm life but also rendered me ill. Will she also appear in my dreams and disrupt my peace?
I roughly shove these thoughts away and let the darkness engulf me.
"Aaron" my name echoes, ruffling sheets, hustling sounds, water. My eyes snap open; I am wet. And Eric is standing beside me with a bucket. Enough of the sweet dreams already, it's time for a nightmare.
Huh? What's with his rude tone?
I sit up, and take off my shirt soaked with cold water.
"Sorry brother I was just trying to wake you up, didn't know what else I could possibly do. Anyways…" Eric stops midway, throws the bucket he had held and lunges at the stuff on the side table, "I am saving you big brother".
I retrieve my senses there is another person in my room, Han, he is in his pajamas, busy going through my closet. Eric is also wearing a pink plaid pajama set, swinging sideways, grasping stuff and shoving it all in a suitcase.
My room is a mess with so much hustle.
I look for my phone, its 3 am.
I get off my bed, "Hand me a shirt, Han"
Instead he hands over an entire suitcase, "you better get going sir"
Uh? What on earth is going on?
I look at Eric, "Explain already"
"We don't have much time, grandpa's coming, and you are running away!"
A smug stretches on my face; this is either a silly prank or a total nightmare.
I flop back into bed and close my eyes shut.