"I told you I have a boyfriend already," I said flipping my hair at my best friend who decided that it was her life's mission to torture me. I really do love Alissa but she can just hit this nerve that no one really ever goes by.
She roles her eyes and flips her thick brown hair to the back, "Yeah what's this dream boys name again?"
"His name is Nixon."
"Yeah and you couldn't have dreamed of a guy with a sexier name than Nixon? Like seriously. Next thing your gonna tell me is that his middle name is Richard."
I laughed out loud at her joke. Even though she was insulting the love of my life or my "dream" life I had to admit that she was the funniest person alive. Sitting on my bed and talking about boys as we contemplated how to get through senior year and who to take to prom became a daily thing. I mean we considered ourselves to be cute girls as did some of the guys.
Alissa was the girl that all the guys considered so funny and down to earth. She was chill about just anything and dangerously open minded. Some people would say that I was a bit shy and lost in my own little la la land. They just didn't get me. I mean I know that having a boyfriend that didn't exist but kinda exists in your head was delusional. But, something that isn't real can't leave and hurt you.
"I mean I didn't give him the name Nixon. He told me that was his name when we met," I said as I picked at my week old nail polish.
She chuckled, "Do you think he could put me on with Donald Trump? I heard he's like loaded."
I threw a pillow at her as we both laughed together, "This is serious Liss, have you ever felt destined to meet somebody or find something greater?"
"I felt that way when I met The Weeknd, and trust me, he is that hot in person."
"Come on! I'm trying to talk to you here," I said sighing and moving closer to her on the bed.
She mimicked my sigh and grabbed my hand, "Fine. If my best friend in this whole entire crazy world, believes that her boyfriend is some sexy dream god named Nixon, then I believe it to."
I smiled at her and decided that I would change the subject, "So what are you wearing to the Fall Festival?"
"I'm not sure yet but me and Devin are probably gonna have to find a color and then get together so that we can match."
The Fall Festival was one of the first of many at Cornrow High School here in Vegas. Everyone would get all dressed up with their dates as the faculty tried to ignore that fact that teens were dry humping each other. I had to admit that out of all of my years in high school these were one of the most exciting parts. Alissa would be going with her boyfriend Devin this year which left me with no one unless I found a date before Friday. Even our other friend Chloe had a date so she wouldn't be keeping me company.
The reason I didn't want a date is because... well.. Nixon would be mad. That sounds pathetic but he can be very territorial.
"Come on Aubrey," she said rolling over the bed dramatically, "Real boys aren't that bad. What about James? He said you were cute."
"James is a tool."
"Okay uhm... what about Anthony?"
"Didn't he just cheat on Candice with Veronica like last week?"
"Okay okay. I see your point guys are shitty some times. But that doesn't mean that all of them are going to be shitty forever."
I got up and went over to my closet to get my outfit for tomorrow, "Isn't that exactly what it means?"
"Wear the new jeans we got from the mall yesterday. They'll look good with your turquoise crop top and I mean the strapless one not the tank one," she said analyzing the jeans that were in my hand.
She always knew exactly what to wear or what to say or what to do. And she hated when I wore my dark blonde hair in a braid to the side. She called it me being lazy and yeah it is. I mean, who the hell am I trying to impress around here anyway.
"Thanks and shouldn't you get going its almost 12am."
She rolled her eyes and got off the bed, "I know mom," she said sarcastically while gathering her notebook and bag from the floor. Her hair kept falling over her shoulders and into her face and she kept trying to push it back miserably.
"Yeah that's why my hair will forever stay in a braid or a ponytail," I said reaching down for her and putting her notebook in her bag.
"Hey! I can't help having luscious waist length hair," she said smirking at me.
"Okay now your just bragging," I said shaking my head while laughing.
My room door opened slightly and looked over to see my mother peeking in. I groaned out of annoyance. My mother had to be the most annoying person on planet earth. Everything I ever did was always about her and she always tried to get me to do things her way. Wear more makeup she says, wear skirts she says, wear your hair down she says. Why couldn't she just get me for me.
"What is it mom?" I asked already waiting for her to leave me alone.
She ignored my bored tone as usual, "Alissa dear, don't you think its getting a bit late?"
Alissa gave my mom her fake parent smile, "Yes Ms. Nova, I was just about to leave."
As Alissa walked past me towards the door she whispered, "Sweet Dreams," and a goodbye to my mom. She had been over to this house too many times to not know how to let herself out.
Once she was gone my mom just stared at me like she had something to say but she seemed worried. I decided to speed things up a bit.
"So whats going on?"
She bit her lip and said, "Your father is coming over tomorrow for dinner."
I gasped at her announcement. I had never met my dad and honestly didn't want to. My mom said that he was a bad person or someone that we should stay away from.
"Why? I mean you guys talked?"
"Yes and he just wants to meet you. He just wants to meet his daughter so can you try to act like a more accepting version of yourself tomorrow?" she said crossing her hands over her chest.
Wow. So some dick who thought he could just walk out of my life now decided, "Hey I wanna see my daughter," ? And I'm supposed to be okay with that?
I glared at my mom and tried to control my temper, "I thought he was too dangerous to meet or come around the house. I mean that's just what you've told me since like ever."
She sighed and held onto the door knob, "You've heard what I've had to say. I can't fight with you on this one Aubrey and I can't keep putting up with your negative attitude towards everything. So goodnight," she said harshly closing the door.
So this was some how my fault? I couldn't help the tear of frustration that I let slip down my cheek as I changed into a tank top and shorts. I didn't really want to meet my father but that doesn't mean that I'm negative about everything. There's only one person who understands me.
After using the bathroom I hopped into bed and pulled the cover's over my body. Almost instantly I fell asleep as if something had actually pulled me asleep.
"Hello my love."
I opened my eyes and looked around to see a flower filled meadow. I could feel the soft grass under my feet and I saw a mansion in the distance. The scene looked as if I were standing in a country side. Such a comforting familiar sight. Strong hands latched onto my waist and I couldn't help but smile.
"Hello Nixon," I said turning to face him. His curly bright blonde hair was tied back with a headband and his green eyes were glistening. He wore the same button up white shirt and black pants that he wore in all my dreams and he looked heavenly each time. I looked down to see that I had on the same white flowy dress as usual. Dresses weren't usually my style but for some reason I always had one on here.
He spinned me around which made me giggle and then he sat down on the grass pulling me down with him. We stayed like this for a while. I would watch him, while he would put flowers in my hair. We wouldn't do anything particularly sexual or erotic but it was still the most satisfying time ever.
"How was your day," he asked as he absentmindedly stroked my cheek. I took a deep breath before beginning to tell him about the Fall Festival and my father coming to see me. Nixon is a great listener and supporter. No matter how tough the day is he is always here for me at night. That sounds weird but that's just how it is.
He furrowed his eyebrows, "Will you be taking a date to this Fall Festival?"
"I'm not sure. It all depends on if a good guy asks me," I reply playing with a curl that came loose from his ponytail. His skin was very pale but it suited his dream like stature. But sometimes I wondered if my imagination was a little too good. If I didn't know better I might not ever wake up.
He squeezed my hand, "Aren't I enough for you? Do you really need to go to this Fall Festival?"
I gave him a look, "Listen, I love you but Alissa's right. You are only in my dreams and you're too perfect to be real." He seemed sad by my answer but he continued too stroke my face.
"What if..," he began.
I looked him in the eyes and my eyebrows furrowed, "What is it?"
"What if this is real? What if I were real?" he asked in a hushed deep tone.
Whoa. My mind must be really desperate for attention. I kissed him softly on the lips. It took him by surprise but he kissed me back with passion. Soon enough we were laughing and kissing among the flowers.
I caught my breath as we paused for air, "Well if you are real, then you need to come and find me."
He shook his head and gave me a mischievous grin, "You don't know what you're asking for love. You would be scared of me."
I kissed him again on the forehead, "I'd love you no matter what Nixon."
He closed his eyes and savored my words before turning to kiss me on the cheek, "Love it's morning you need to wake up."
I groaned and he laughed.
"I wish I could just stay with you. School blows," I moaned laying in the grass.
He kissed my lips gently and whispered, "I'll see you soon Aubrey."
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