A Daydream Away

Alex’s POV

I tossed my phone up and down while I was laying on my bed, catching it so it didn’t collide with my face and hurt my eye even more. Along with music, this was another thing I did to concentrate. If I was laying on my bed and not sleeping, I was probably tossing my phone in the air like a baseball.
“I don’t know, Vic. Something about this guy is different. I’ve had crushes on other people, but I always go back to him.” I said, keeping my eye on the phone that was hurtling towards me.
Vic was sitting crisscross in the middle of my floor, reading the songs I had written recently. We’d dated for a while in 8th grade, but it wasn’t awkward to be friends with him, which I was extremely grateful for. He was one of the only people who could really see things from my point of view, since he was gay too.
“Well, does he like you?” Vic questioned, flipping through my notebook pages.
I groaned, catching my phone one last time and rolling over to look at Vic.
Vic is insanely hot, don’t get me wrong. His caramel eyes sparkles when he smiled and his hair was long and beautiful, not to mention he was Mexican, so his skin tone was the perfect shade of tan and he could speak a foreign language, which was really hot. But, since I moved schools, we had called it off.
“That’s the problem, he’s straight.” I said to Vic, who finally looked up at me. His deep chocolate eyes stared into mine, and as always, I couldn’t read them. I prided myself in being able to read emotions when they flickered over peoples most telling feature, their eyes… but Vic kept his emotions a secret, even covering a blanket over his brown orbs when he wanted to.
“Well, that sucks. Why keep trying then?” he asked, never once breaking eye contact.
“Because… I don’t know.” I said, flopping back onto my back “There is just something there. I don’t know what it is.” I replied.
“Well, I think that you should give it up before you get hurt.” Vic murmured “He seems like the type to mess with emotions and then drop you like a bass in dubstep.”
“You don’t even listen to dubstep.”
“That’s not important.”

The next day, Cass came over so we could “talk about boys”, as she put it. I didn’t know what the hell she had in store, but I was scared shitless.
“Alex!” she squealed as she walked in, throwing her arms around my neck.
“Someone’s excited.” I choked out. Her spontaneous hug had knocked the wind out of me.
“Well we haven’t hung out together in forever! At least, not just the two of us!” she said as she pulled away from me.
I just laughed, knowing not to question Cassadee and her weird thoughts. I could go weeks without hanging out with Zack, Rian, or Vic, and none of us thought anything about it. I guess it was just a girl thing.
She grabbed my wrist, dragging me through my house and up to my room, finally slamming the door shut behind her.
“Careful! You almost squashed poor Sebastian.” I pouted, picking my little dog up in my arms.
Cass ignored me, plopping herself down in her usual spot; the black bean bag in the corner of my room.
“Spill! I heard you went to Jack’s house this weekend! Tell me all about it.”
So I did.
I told her how I woke up in his lap and how he didn’t mind. I told her about how easy he was to talk to and how I almost blew it when I asked him who he liked when I was almost drunk. I told her about his love for Home Alone and how he really like pancakes and taking walks. I told her everything, and it was so nice.
When I finished, she sat there, staring at me for a few moments with a huge smile on her face.
“He’s totally into you!” She squealed, doing a little dance in the beanbag.
“He’s straight, remember?” I laughed, trying to hide my excitement. What if she was right? What if he really did like me?
If he did… god I could just imagine how everything could work out. We’d kiss under the stars that hung lazily over Baltimore. We could get married and maybe adopt kids or maybe start a band together, since we both loved to travel and wanted to do something related to music. We could grow old together and always be happy with each other and I’d never have to worry about anyone picking on me or leaving me, because I would know that he was all mine.
“Yo, earth to Alex.” Cassadee said, snapping her fingers in front of my face to get me to snap out of my daydream.
“Sorry. Just… thinking.”
“About Jack?”
I didn’t answer, just smiled shyly in her direction, which caused her to squeal and laugh.
I’m pretty sure Cassadee liked the idea of Jack and I being together more than I did.

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