Deer In The Headlights

'Lights out,
I still hear the rain,
These images that fill my head,
Now keep my fingers from making mistakes,
Tell my voice what it takes,
To speak up,
Speak up,
and keep my conscience clean when I wake.
Don't make this easy,
I want you to mean it,
Jasey. (say you'll mean it)
You're dressed to kill,
I'm calling you out, (don't waste your time on me)
Now there's an aching in my back; a stabbing pain that says I lack,
the common sense and confidence,
to bring an end to promises,
that I make in times of desperate conversation,
hoping my night could be better than theirs in the end.
Just say when.
Don't make this easy,
I want you to mean it,
Jasey. (say you'll mean it)
You're dressed to kill,
I'm calling you out, (don't waste your time on me)
I've never told a lie,
and that makes me a liar,
I've never made a bet,
but we gamble with desire,
I've never lit a match,
with intent to start a fire,
but recently the flames,
are getting out of control.
Call me a name,
Kill me with words,
Forget about me,
It's what I deserve,
I was your chance,
to get out of this town,
but I ditched the car,
and left you to,'


He made a little solo which made my heart race along with the strings. This is amazing. I never thought he could sing so good.

'Wait outside,
I hope the air will serve to remind you,
that my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath,
and my words are as timed as the beating in my chest.'

He hit that last strings and looked up, smiling. I gasped. That was truly amazing, I have never heard such thing. I blinked and gasped again, "Alex! T-that was amazing." I looked him straight in the eye, hoping to catch his talents. But of course that couldn't happen. I could easily fall asleep to sweet sounds of the guitar and his voice. Damn, his voice is an angel on earth.

"Aw, thanks, Jack." He thanked, getting up to place the guitar on the side of the coffee table, and let it rest. He sat back down and we kind of fell into silence. The kind of silence that was comfortable, but a tiny bit awkward. You know you wanna speak, but you don't want to break the nice silence. Then it's awkward because when you want to break the silence, you never know how to do it. Well let's be happy Alex is the kind of person that knows.

"So, Jack, how're you feeling?" He asked warmly. I looked up and smiled.

"Much, much, much better. It's just something about the way you play..." Did I just really say that last bit? Well, crap. He laughed. Damn, that laugh is as good as his angel voice.

"That's great, and I'm glad you like my playing." He smiled and blushed a little. Blushed? Yes blushed.

"Anyway, are you up for more questions, or would you like to rest?" He asked, a little bit concerned. I thought for a second. If he asks more questions, I'll most probably get sad. When I'm sad, he gets me hot chocolate and plays the guitar. Mmm.

"I-I think I'm ready for questions." I said shaky. I was still a little worried about what question were going to be asked.

"You sure?" He asked, biting his lip. I frowned and then nodded confidently. He nodded back and grabbed his clipboard he left on the coffee table. I watched as he bit his lip, reading the questions.

"Okay, so these are very personal questions, so you don't have answer them if you don't want to." He assured. I nodded slowly, getting ready for them.

"So, you say the nightmares are still there? What exactly happened in the last one?" He asks, concerned. Shit! The last dream I had was when Alex came back from some where and he kissed me, then he lead me onto a road. I was so caught up in his eyes, it just hit me. Should I tell him or not?

"It's a really weird dream, and I know you're gonna think it's weird and I'm weird. You'll run away demanding to never seeing me again." I breathed in, trying to find the confidence to carry on.

"Surely it's not that bad." He frowned in confusion. I sighed and took a deep breath.

"Okay, but please promise you won't think I'm a freak." I said sadly. I really didn't want Alex to get freaked out by my dream. It's not the...transport bit I'm scared of, it's the Alex and I bit. He nodded, "I promise." This is it...

"Well, uh. I was sat on a bench, and apparently I've been there for several of years. Apparently no one walked past this bench, either way. No one was in the park; not what I could see of. It smelt weird. It smelt of freshly cut grass and it was quite a nice day, a part from the fact I was alone," I looked to Alex to see if he was listening. He signaled me to go on with his hand, so I guess he was listening. "And one day. One day, someone came along the park. They slowly made their way to me and sat down. This is the bit where you're probably going to freak out." I warned, completely scared of his reaction.

"Look, Jack, I won't judge you. I promise." He smiled, and signaled me again. I took a shaky breath in before continuing. "I finally clicked. I finally realised I wasn't alone. I looked over to the man, and...and the man have pink, blonde and brown hair." I paused, "This man was you Alex. You said that you was sorry for not returning back earlier. And we...and we kissed. I said I missed you. Then you said you loved me, and I said it back. I don't know why I had this dream, I'm sorry." I let a tear slip down my cheek. I was so worried about judgement, it will littualy be the the death of me.

"Hey, Jack, It's okay. You're not the only one having then sort of dreams- I have them too." He admitted. What? He had dreams about me? Wait, he didn't say dreams about me...

"Really?" I asked, biting my lip.

"Y-Yeah, and it kind of scares me because...well, you're my patient, and I shouldn't be dreaming about you like that." He said, sadly. So it was about me? This just turned a new leaf for both of us.

Notes

I'm sorry it's rubbish, but I thinking writers block is creepy up D: