There he was, walking along the shore again. I'd seen him earlier with three other transfer students--another boy and two girls. They were placed in a different boat than I was. Since I was the organizer of the school outing to the beach, I was in the first boat to make sure there wasn't any trouble. Although I was constantly busy filling out paperwork for activities and taking roll, several times I caught him looking my way and when I looked up, he wouldn't look away, which not only annoyed me but the brunette sitting beside him too.
Now was our last day at the beach and I was just sitting on a chair, relaxing after the long week, when he approached me. On guard at all times, I eyed him suspiciously.
---cant remember.
I guess my hands were dirty because I went to the bathroom to wash it. Just as I was finishing up, he opened the door, which I left ajar since I was just washing my hands. He walked in, completely aware of my presence and locked the door and began taking off his clothes. I was slowly backing away towards the door but he had finished taking off all his clothes (I'm not so sure about his undies. I wasn't really looking.) Before I even knew what was happening, he pulled me into the shower fully clothed and wrapped my arms around his naked body.
I believe some witty banter took place between us.
We both individually began to shower. Mind you, neither of us touched the other. We were just rinsing off all the sand on our bodies and just happen to be doing it in the same stall.
He asked me for my hand and when I nodded, magically pulled open the shower wall (which I specifically remember was made of the white wavy texture tile from Porcelanosa). We stepped into the bright light and arrived in a different world, a completely undersea one. After I had taken in the magnificent scenery of my surroundings, I turned to see he was no longer naked but wore a mermaid's tail! "Could it be?" I thought in my head. He asked for my hand and when I nodded this time, he took me on a tour of his kingdom--Yes, he was a mermaid prince. (What the fudge... & this was BEFORE I rewatched The Little Mermaid. Seriously?! Oh god, Emily...)
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It was today. I knew because he told me, which is why I specifically tried to avoid him as much as possible, because I knew it'd hurt too much to never see him again. I looked towards the sunset; it was almost time. Suddenly, a grandma begged me to take her to him. She was obsessed with him and didn't want to live without him. For some reason, I helped fulfill her last dying wish and ran as fast as I could, pushing her wheelchair at a ridiculously insane speed I formerly believed to be impossible. When we reached the end of the pier, the four mermaids (transfer students) were already in the water, ready to swim home when I threw the grandma into the water beside him. (Don't worry. She was an amazing swimmer.) I explained to them her dilemma and snuck a glance at him to see his reaction. His eyes caught mine and amused, he smiled as he gave his consent.
For some reason, I felt the urge to jump in and swim with them as far as I could, so I did. My excuse was "to make sure nothing bad happens to the grandma" when really all I wanted was to be closer to him for one last time. I swam with all my might to Macy's, the point where only mermaids could swim past, and being in the lead, I snuck a glance to see how far back they were and only found him smirking back at me. "He loved it when I was being competitive," his eyes seemed to suggest. Having arrived first, I hoisted myself up on the ledge and sat there, admiring him til he arrived. I waved goodbye as they approached, signaling them to continue swimming past me, because a formal goodbye would have been too much for me, and watched as he swam away, looking back once to flash me his signature smile (I specifically remember him having those two wrinkle lines on the sides of your mouth when you smile), only this time with sadness in his eyes.
A few weeks later, I visited Butthead at Valleyfair. She was with her Red Cross crew, fundraising at some kiosk which sold adorable Papurus-like cards. I promised to come by and support them sometime and I kept my word. I dragged her away and walked with her a bit before confiding within her that I showered with a boy. Nguyen, having followed Michelle, had already believed he heard too much and walked back to the kiosk, while Michelle inquired further. I was a but surprised ad to why Nguyen left our company for I wasn't ashamed of talking about it because we didn't do anything immoral! She took me down to the basement, where we talked and caught up on life and whatnot. She told me about how they're starting to invent showers with toilets installed in them and dragged me to a prototype. All of a sudden, we heard footsteps and immediately turned off all the lights and kept as quiet as possible. Unfortunately, we weren't supposed to be there in the first place and as cheerful as the manager was when she caught us, we didn't wanna press our luck, so we agreed to exit. As I was leaving, I stole one last look at the prototype and realized... That was the shower stall he took me in.
NOW, FOR MORE ON MY THOUGHTS.
In my dream, even though the guy was naked, it was really innocent. Like, no OMGOMGOMG, pass out, he's naked! or anything... Everything felt really comfortable. I don't even know who this guy is, okay? I can only remember his smile. So no questions. I have no idea what inspired this dream at all? Surely not Monte Cristo. I wasn't thinking of anybody; I wasn't -- like, it was just a normal day! & it makes me really frustrated that this mystery guy just appears in my dream. What. the. fudge. man. Why couldn't you be some unicorn!?
P.S. I recorded the dream the minute I woke up from it 'cause I didn't wanna forget any details, but I still forgot a whole lot. Like, I had some kind of history with that guy. But whatever, moment passed. Back to the point, everything written is kinda in its raw form. Sorry if it's not organized or anything. "/
