The black seat was smooth under Lance’s hand as he held himself up. He was in the back of a car, stretched out on the seat. The space felt familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. He looked around curiously.
Then he looked down and almost cried out. He wasn’t alone in the car. Fletcher was there too. Lance was leaning over him, and something had been happening.
Fletcher wasn’t wearing a shirt. Lance found himself staring at his perfectly smooth chest. Fletcher wasn’t scrawny, but he also didn’t have very noticeable muscles. Lance realized that his hand was moving from the seat toward Fletcher, and that he wanted to feel the smooth skin. He quickly stiffened his arm.
Lance was at least a little relieved to find that both he and Fletcher were wearing pants. He wasn’t sure why, but for a moment he wondered what Fletcher’s lower half looked like. Then he shook the thought away and pushed himself up, off Fletcher.
As he covered his face with both hands, he was aware of Fletcher sitting up beside him. He didn’t want to look at him, but at the same time he did. There was so much confusion bouncing around in his brain that he didn’t know what to do.
“Are you okay?” Fletcher asked and Lance felt a hand on his shoulder.
Lance jumped away from the touch, at the same time lowering his hands to look at Fletcher. “Why are you here?!” He shouted. He regretted it when a look of hurt crossed Fletcher’s face. “I-- I’m so--”
But before he could apologize, Fletcher had faded away and Lance was waking up in his own bed, his alarm blaring beside him.
* * *
Lance took a deep breath and shook his head as he opened his locker. He felt like he hadn’t slept at all, and he was still really confused. Why? He asked himself. Why would I have a dream like that? And why would it still bother me so much after waking up? He shook his head again, trying to dislodge the memory of said dream.
“Good morning!” A smiling voice said from beside him.
Lance turned and his eyes met Nicole’s. Before she could say anything else, he put an arm around her waist and pulled her close, kissing her. When he let her go, she had a huge smile across her face.
“Wow.” She giggled, leaning against the locker beside his.
Lance gave her a half smile and turned back to his locker. His head was more full than ever. He had kissed Nicole many times in the past, but for some reason it just didn’t feel special. It wasn’t that he disliked kissing her, but it also wasn’t like his heart leaped when he did. Not like…
Lance quickly gave his head another shake. He had been about to recall his first dream about Fletcher. That would have been a huge mistake.
“Hey.” Someone said close-by. “You’re blocking my locker again.”
Lance glanced over and saw Holly staring pointedly at Nicole. Well, he thought, almost happily. At least this is normal. It seemed like Holly had to fight with Nicole every morning to get to her own locker. Lance hated to admit it, but he found it amusing.
Nicole frowned and turned to face Holly. “Well, I’m trying to have a very important conversation right now. Can’t you just wait one moment?”
“Actually, no.” Holly said with a bit of a laugh. Over the past month she had gotten better at dealing with Nicole. Lance had noticed the change especially on days when her messy hair was pulled up under a hat. He guessed that it had something to do with her being tired.
Nicole scowled. “What do you mean, no?”
As an answer to Nicole’s question, the warning bell rang. Holly smirked as Nicole hurried off down the hall. Lance also panicked a little, scrambling to get his English books.
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