Dreams

Back in the classroom that afternoon, Josh, Elena and Gary sat waiting for the rest of their classmates to show up for Psychology class. Their teacher Mr. Raines was perpetually tardy, so no one usually bothered showing up during the first quarter of an hour. While Elena and Gary bickered as always, Josh was contemplating his meeting with Jave.
Josh had, for a moment, slipped out of his role. He had been at a loss of words, seeing Jave like that. But now, when the shock began to wear off, he realized that with Jave close… A whole world of opportunities opened up to him.
-Hey, listen, I’ve even written a poem, dedicated to his buttocks.
-Elena! Gary said reprovingly.
-Why? It’s a lovely poem, and a lovely backside… Listen!
“Oh in the darkness, and the night,
I always long for starry sight
And moonlit shades of dark and gray
Of silver light on grass and hay
And on those nights I dream of love
Of a night of passion from a bud…”
-Hey! “love” and “bud” don’t rhyme, Elena!
-Quiet, Gary, don’t criticize, you have to hear it all!
“And to you, love, then I beseech,
that to your dreams my passions reach
and time and place and minds we’ll breach
to speak our love, oh, true heart’s speech.”
-Well, what do you think? She said.
Gary sat dumbfounded. He had never had an A in English, but he could tell a good poem from a horrid one. As he opened his mouth, Frederick interrupted him.
-I like it, Elena, it’s very strong in theme. But I do agree with Gary, “love” and “bud” don’t rhyme.
-I couldn’t really find a good one, you see…
-What about “shove”? Gary grumbled.
-I think “dove” ’s more to the theme, G my friend, Josh said, before Gary could do any more damage to his relationship with Elena. Gary leaned back in his chair, folding his arms.
-Elena, what do you know about this man? Josh asked, eager to know more about his mystery fantasy man. You’re usually pretty social, you must’ve talked to him, I mean.
She giggled.
-Well, he’s gorgeous! And he’s not embezzling; he’s working part-time in the cafeteria to finance his studies…
-What studies? Which school does he go to?
-Well, the only one around here, naturally – and he’s studying Economics, I think.
Josh frowned. This was an interesting turn of events. It did not seem in character for the Prince of the Dark Night to study the same subject as his latest victim – Melissa, that is – and definitely not to be financing his studies by a part-time job at a lousy school…
-Anyway, who cares, objected Gary. I can’t see why this guy is so interesting.
-No, you wouldn’t, Elena said ruffling his hair. Poor baby.
Gary grabbed her hand as Frederick came into the room with another of his Jolt-drinking, sun-avoiding friends.
-Freddy! Elena whined. Gary’s mean!
Frederick gave Gary a reproachful glance.
-Now, Gary, be nice to the lady.
He blew Elena a kiss, an action Gary pointedly ignored, and Frederick’s friend once again continued talking.
-As I was saying, the world’s largest LAN is taking place soon – In Sweden, doncha know…

*

John, a.k.a. Jave, Prince of the Dark Night went into his apartment, closing the door with a sigh. A low murmur of music came from inside. Who was he kidding, he said to himself. He would never break up with Melissa in the way he’d dreamt about last night. Sure, he’d told it to all and sundry in his blog, describing the exact nature of his relationship with Melissa, emphasizing – oh, hell, he could admit it to himself, at least, depicting an assertive and forceful nature that was not his. However, he had not made up Melissa’s annoying features.
Seeing Melissa’s shoes on the shoe-rack, he carefully placed his own shoes beside hers. “Get off my dick”, indeed, he thought. Dejectedly, he called out.
-Honey? I’m here?
He received no answer. Puzzled, he noted something odd beside the door. Lying haphazardly on the floor was an extra pair of boots. They were not his, and the mud those boots had brought in crumbled under his feet.
-Melissa? He called out incredulously.
Was she that stupid? He reflected. Would she really have brought another guy to his apartment?
Walking to the bedroom, he picked up the film camera that looked like a film camera (i.e. not one of his hidden cameras). He would catch her in flagrante delicto, on tape. How humiliating for her, the brazen hussy.
He heard soft moans from inside the bedroom. As he put one hand on the door – it was not even properly closed – he pressed the red record button.
-Me- Melissa?! His carefully pretended exclamation of surprise became a yelp as the image on the bed filled his eyes, was turned upside down and processed in his brain.
Naked Melissa. And another naked… his eyes registered the separate features – a nice butt, soft curves, boobs, very much spiky black hair – another naked girl. He had obviously entered during a very intimate act of friendship.
-Mmm? Melissa murmured dazedly, registering something out-of-place with the occasion.
The spiky-haired girl turned from …whatever friends did to each other in bed, naked, staring at him.
-You’re with a g-g-girl! John’s voice was slightly falsetto at the end of the sentence.
-What’s wrong with that? The unnamed girl said, curling up against Melissa, giving him a show of her pale body. Melissa threw her arms around the girl. The skin contrasted nicely with Melissa’s tan. The girl’s pubic hair was not black but a light blond. And her nipples, he noted, were a soft pink. John shook his head and, with almost no effort at all, stopped staring.
-I - I thought you were, ah, straight…
-Why don’t you join us? Melissa asked, stretching one arm out in an inviting gesture.
John began mechanically to take off his clothes, but slowed down after a while.
-Uh… What’s your name?
-Mine? Answered the unnamed girl. It’s Cilla.
-A younger student, Melissa added helpfully.
-Melissa… John began hesitantly.
-Melissa, I really don’t think we should be together.
Melissa raised an eyebrow.
-Really, he said softly. You’re too adventurous and pushy for me.
-O.K., I guess you’re right, she said, taking it much better than he’d ever hoped.
-But… The young girl, Cilla, said gently. Why don’t you give me a kiss before we go?
John stared from Melissa to Cilla.
-Girls, you’re really nice, but I don’t think I can handle more women in my life right now.
-Suit yourself, Cilla said, shrugging.
-Can we at least finish what we began? Melissa asked the other girl.
-Sure, John said, I’ll go watch some TV. Just clean the sheets after you’re done, O.K.?
*
John felt numb. He wasn’t sure why – he hadn’t really cared about Melissa, then, after all. He wasn’t really a bad guy, he figured. Online photos and videos of girls wasn’t exactly illegal, was it? He’d just wanted to have some sort of control over the situation – and that had made him feel manly. And that’s why he’d said no just now, too. And that was what the additional ‘p’s in his nickname were – he added more each time he updated – some kind of phallic subconscious wish!
Well, John wasn’t a bad guy, he was sure about that. There was something about the whole situation that was strange. He just couldn’t quite put his finger on what. - - - His brain gave him an answer. ‘Dude,’ his brain told him. ‘You’re so totally screwed. You said no to having sex with two sexy girls, you dull-witted fool.’ John was slow to understand what his brain meant, so it elaborated. ‘Dude! You’re so totally gay!’
*
At the same time, in a quiet part of Ilkington, Josh entered the house of his family.
-Hello everybody! Sis! Sis! Cilla?