So, I had this dream.

[tobiii1004]

Metazard wrote:It depends what you see me as, do you think it would be fitting for me to cry? lol
On the other hand, Hell yeah, make me a wuss. xD

I don't think Imma make you cry xD

[Metazard]

lolol

[tobiii1004]

Daydream Part Five.
I’m running. Still running. Chasing after who Robby is pursuing as well.

My white dress, covered by sequins, casts little round circles of light on the floor, peppering the tile with circular reflections. My heels slap against the floor, sharp clicks echoing. I could feel people’s eyes on me, trailing after this made-up college girl dashing across an airport room.

Although everything is passing quickly around me, I’ve got tunnel vision. All I see is this boy, this dark-haired, tall boy who’s locked eyes with Robby. I stop for a moment to watch the scene.

Robby has no intentions of slowing down. This new boy hitches his bags over his shoulder, and begins to slowly step forward, towards Robby. His steps quicken. His feet lighten, and soon, he’s at a full run, just like Robby. He drops a black bag but doesn’t stop to retrieve it. The boys are charging at each other, at full force. I stop to wonder how this powerful greeting is going to end.

That doesn’t matter though.

Robby spreads his long arms. The boy starts laughing. They’re yards away from each other. Feet. Inches.

And then they crash into each other, and instead of falling to the floor, they stand in the middle of the floor, locking each other in a huge embrace. This new boy’s glasses are askew. Robby’s watch is almost falling off, from the twist his wrist underwent during the hug.

They’re laughing and smiling with no end. Babbling about whatever they could think of. Robby and the boy are happy as can be. They address each other by their names, a level of recognition and comfort that’s been rare so far.

I smile a little.

I know exactly who this boy is, I’ve seen his picture enough to identify him.

I smile a lot.

No black wristwatch would ever need to help me recognize this boy.

I study him and Robby for a while. He’s wearing a dark gray suit, with a crisp white shirt underneath. He’s fiddling with the buttons now, fixing his glasses, and dusting off his shoulders from the intensity of the embrace.

Then he looks up, looks at me.

Looks at my dress. Looks at my watch.

Looks at my face, for the longest time.

And then there’s this moment of pure clarity for him. Suddenly I’m speechless. I find my tongue in the back of my throat, struggling to find words under the suffocation of my own emotion. It appears to be the same on his side.

He comes up to me, Robby trailing him closely behind. Robby’s got an idiotic grin on his face, watching us interact.

Or, at least try to interact.

“I...uh...” I stammer.

“Well...” He starts.

We stand there for a few shocked seconds. He gingerly takes my wrist and reads the underside of my watch. He offers his and I read.

“Metazard”.

He tentatively pushes a dark lock of hair out of his eyes.

Then suddenly I can’t take it.

I tackle him, with just enough force to push him back, but not send him tumbling. My arms are wrapped around his top. My fingertips interlock, and I’m screaming.

We laugh. We smile. We yell. We whoop. We hoot. We holler. And before you know it, we’re spinning around in a circle, just making unintelligible sounds. We calm down.

We sigh.

He looks at me, smiles.

“I’ve been wondering when this moment would happen for a while.” I laugh, happy tears falling out of my eyes. I hug him again.

By the looks of it, it’s hardly unexpected that I’d react like this. Robby just kinda looks over and keeps walking.

I look up at him. His long hair is still in his eyes. He pushes it away again.

“Hello Chris.” I smile up at him.

“Hello Tobi.” He laughs back.

“I missed my best friend terribly.”

“I missed you too, although I’ve never met you.”

I laugh and smile again. I dab a little at the outer corners of my eyes. He smiles, one corner pulling up in a cocky lilt.

“Crying for me, eh?”

I laugh, and lightly punch him.

“Shut up.” I continue preventing further ruination of my makeup.

We talk more. We review our old jokes. Old conversations. Old times. Everything seems so dim now, so ordinary, now that I have my best guy friend in front of me. Our memories to come will be much more real.

Then I see a bewildered other boy, poking around the corner. He’s carrying seven bags, and they all look heavy.

Poor kid.

Chris looks over his shoulder and sees the boy.

“Oh, hey, Jack! Meet Tobi!”

My face lights up again. I run to meet this Jack boy, who I know for a fact will have a black watch, with “Jamorous” written on the underside. We hug briefly, and make small talk on the walk back to Chris.

Like a true gentleman, Jack offers his arm to me. I take it.

“So nice to meet you.” I grin at him.

“And you as well, m’lady.” He grins back.

I laugh. What a gentleman. Something about these Australian boys just is so courteous.

Coming back to Chris, Chris sees me on Jack’s arm. He raises an eyebrow, and I laugh. I let go of Jack, and look at Chris. He looks at me. I look at his elbow. He looks at his elbow.

“Did you expect me to-” He starts, holding in a laugh.

“Yes.” I cut him off.

He laughs and holds out his arm. I take it like I took Jack’s.

I feel a tap on my shoulder. There’s Jack again. I smile. He holds out his elbow. I take it.

I guess you could say I’m a lucky girl now, I’ve got two Australian gentlemen on either side of me. I giggle a little.

Robby comes up behind our trio and taps Chris on the shoulder. The two boys grin devilishly at each other, then they look at Jack. Jack nods and steps back.

It’s some sort of unspoken signal.

Immediately, spontaneously, Jack’s arm is no longer on me. Suddenly Robby replaces Jack and my hands are around his elbow. The two boys count to three and suddenly I’m in the air, being lifted by my two best guy friends.

I scream a little.

Laugh.

Scream some more. My efforts of being let down are futile.

“Put me down!” I scream, laughter punctuating my screams.

Chris and Robby look at each other, then nod.

They drop me.

It’s a brief second of pure torture. A breathtaking freefall that scares me out of my wits. I scream more this time. Not loud enough to cause a scene.

Then, I’m caught again. The boys’ arms are around me and I gently fall to the floor, landing on my feet, gasping for breath.

I grant each one of them a light slap on the head.

We laugh some more, and they joke around with me. I return the favor by hitting them.

And in the midst of our laughter, I realize how happy I am. And that’s when I know how much I was missing out on.

[deahtworlds]

Me gusta.

[mattjtv]

OH MY GOD ITS METAZARD! I didn't expect that!

[mattjtv]

That was hard to read in a car on a slightly bumpy road lol

[challenger410]

I liked the chapter but....

tobiii1004 wrote:fixing his glasses, and dusting off his shoulders from the intensity of the embrace.

no... guys dont do that to guys >_>

[Metazard]

challenger410 wrote:I liked the chapter but....

tobiii1004 wrote:fixing his glasses, and dusting off his shoulders from the intensity of the embrace.

no... guys dont do that to guys >_>

And if we did for some freak reason hug, it would be for less than a second and there would be a tap on the back.
xD

[Qu3sti0nMark]

still no blood. can chris and robby fight. and then my entrance comes in with my date. and i break up the fight and then me and chris briefly explain how we DO NOT have shrimps on the barbie

[challenger410]

Yeah, screw shrimp. Steak on the barbie is better >