The Strange Dream

"Do you still feel cold?" Jack asked.

"Yes," Blake answered.

"Do you still want to smoke?"

"Sure," Blake challenged.

"Come here, want to smoke using my lips?" Jack said, puckering his lips.

"What the hell?!?"

"Hahaha," Jack laughed hysterically, walking back to his chair.

Blake's face turned bright red. "YOU SON OF A-"

"Hehehe."

"IF I REALLY KISS YOU, YOU'LL CRY," Blake retorted, annoyed.

"Well, it's okay. Blake, did you know that if someone has the flu and kisses, their flu can be cured," Jack casually replied.

"YOU JERK!" Blake quickly covered his entire body with a blanket.

Embarrassing.

"Blake, I love you."

"IDIOT!!! I'll complain to your girlfriend later!!!" Blake yelled from under the blanket.

"Yeee, go ahead. But I love you as a friend. Why? Are you thinking dirty?"

"FUCK YOU, JACK THOMPSON!"

"Listen, Blake Anderson, you also love this bastard."

"FUCK!" Blake's face looked like a boiled crab under the blanket.

Teasing Blake was Jack's daily hobby to build a bond and chemistry. His character in this film had another side that would only be revealed at the end of the film.

But for some reason, this was a continuation of real life, as if he wasn't himself. Jack, who was usually introverted, shy, quiet, and obedient.

Jack smiled widely when he first found out that he got one of the four main characters in this project. Although they had never met, he knew his co-star was Ramadhira Wibisana, a big name in the Indonesian entertainment industry.

His track record in the acting world was quite long, not to mention his image as a young genius actor. He never expected that this person would be his cute, funny, beautiful, sweet, and enjoyable companion. It reminded him of his first love.

Unlike Jack, whose world revolved around family, girlfriend, and work. Getting to know Blake made him realize that this world was not just black, white, and gray.

The various colors brought by this unique young man made Jack's heart smile happily every day since he met him. Was this what it felt like to have a true friend?

What was wrong with having such a close and warm friendship?

Well, a lot.

***

Time frame: before the cigarette fight

The gentle breeze played with the beautiful girl's hair in front of him.

The grass and flowers swayed in rhythm with his slowly accelerating heartbeat. Thumping as if it wanted to jump out of his chest.

"If I die, will you die too?" The petite girl with sad eyes and a sad smile looked at him deeply.

Her frail and pale hand reached for Aldi's face and gently stroked it. "You're too good for me."

~~~

Jack Thompson widened his eyes, trying to take in as much air as possible. His heart still thumped rapidly in his chest, and he clenched his chest tightly, groaning in pain.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

The memories flooded back, overwhelming him with a wave of emotions. When was the last time he had dreamed of Lyona? She had been his first love, and perhaps his true love as well.

He closed his eyes, trying to push away the memories that threatened to consume him. But they were relentless, haunting him in his waking hours and invading his dreams at night. in pain.

He thought he had healed. He thought he had successfully erased the girl's shadow from his mind. The doctor said he had recovered.

Recovered by forgetting Lyona.

He tried to remove anything related to Lyona from his life. He also ended relationships with people who knew about his past relationship with Lyona.

Perhaps it was unfair to Lyona, but it was the only way for Aldi to move on with his life.

Jack got up from his bed.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, falling onto the white sheets. He was used to sleeping shirtless and only wearing boxers at night. The doctor said wearing as little clothing as possible was good to alleviate anxiety.

But it seemed to have failed.

Lyona returned to his dreams.

All because of Blake.

There was something about Blake that reminded Jack of Lyona. It was the tenderness in his touch, the slender fingers that resembled hers. Even the slight protrusion at the tip of his nose, just like Lyona's. And his lips... oh, how Jack couldn't help but be captivated by them.

As he thought about Blake's lips, Jack found himself unconsciously touching his own, imagining the sensation of their luscious, pink lips pressing together. He envisioned them as warm, soft, and wet, igniting a wave of desire within him.

Jack closed his eyes, his mind filled with memories of Blake. He could still vividly remember the day they first met during the script reading for their upcoming film.

The room was buzzing with excitement as actors and actresses gathered to bring the story to life.

As Jack walked into the room, his eyes immediately locked with Blake's. There was an instant connection, a spark that ignited something deep within him. They were drawn to each other like magnets, unable to resist the pull.

Blake appeared at the script reading wearing a worn-out t-shirt and jeans. But his shabby clothes made his face and smile shine even brighter. Blinding.

His slender hands played with a pen, twirling it, sometimes biting it while furrowing his brow. Reading the script seriously.

Blake, with his messy hair and big shiny eyes, exuded a certain charm that captivated everyone in the room.

As he read the script, his voice resonated with passion and emotion, bringing the words to life. His dedication to his craft was evident in every word he spoke.

Jack, on the other hand, sat across from Blake, observing him with a mixture of admiration and curiosity.

He couldn't help but be drawn to Blake's magnetic presence. Jack, with his neat appearance and warm smile, was equally captivated by Blake's performance.

Their eyes met briefly, and in that moment, a spark ignited between them. It was a fleeting connection, but it left an indelible impression on both of them.