Chapter 3-Dreaming Up Reality
The sun was a golden disk glittering like a piece of topaz trapped in the sky, shedding rays of yellow streaming down towards the earth. The royal blue lake was bright, but at the same time it was dark as night, sparkling stars across it's surface imitating the midnight sky. Squinting by the bright light, I was walking through a meadow full of lavenders, asters, cherokee roses, amaryllises, anemones and an assortment of different colored marigolds and daisies. Small breezes blew by me making my jacket flutter in the wind. Dressed in slim pants with a loose belt attached to my right hip and drooping on the left, hightop boots, fitted t-shirt,and a leather jacket. All in snow white but the metal loop holes in my belt, and the black trimmings on the shoulders and across my back on my jacket and....wings! Steel grey wings piercing through my jacket and extended completely, I could see every sliver feather like daggers protruded from the tips of my wings. Smiling I say "I...I'm an angel." Continuing to walk and stare at the sky and lake in the distance, it looked like night and day had intermixed into one. Suddenly I hear a sweet melody of notes, a song swimming through the air and I turn and follow the music.
There he was at a opaque grand piano under a mint green willow tree drooping down, with purple blossoms spread throughout the leaves. He was playing Claire De Lune expertly without any hesitation. He finished and stood and turned toward me. In the same clothes as me but in a light baby blue, and instead of silver wings his was gold and shinned as if crushed diamonds had been sprinkled on their delicate feathers. Cameron looked beautiful, he looked like the angel Gabriel.
He looked Perfect.
He raised his arms and embraced me in a hug. "Im so glad your here...." He said with teeth as white as pearls.
"But we're out of time. You must go, now wake up...wake up...wake up." He said and started to vanish getting blown away as sand, starting from his feet to his head.
"Wait Cameron don't leave me yet, you can't go just like that." I reach out hoping to grab his hand and keep him from going but all I grasped was the air.
I wake up, sad that the dream that felt so real had ended. The amazing things always end quickly. "Ugh, why did i have to wake up..." Turning my head I look at my my cell phone to see the time and my eyes go wide and I jump off my messy bed. "SHIT! It's 1:30 I have less than two hours and I haven't even went to the store!" I throw on my grey beanie and run downstairs and shove my feet into my black Vans. "Crap my phone." I dash back up to my room and get my phone. Looking around and seeing the mess I made looking for something to wear for today. Clothes were everywhere, I couldn't find anything that would be compared to what Cameron might have to wear, one of the many perks of being rich I guess.
"I'm acting like a complete chick wow Cam has a weird hold me." I run back downstairs where my mom and dad are gone my mom goes to work at 1:00 and so she left a while ago and my dad doesn't come home till 2:00 so he should be coming home soon. I scribble a not for where I was going and leave it one the dinning table. "Where's my wallet?" I turn around and see it on the island in the kitchen, I walk over to get it and see some money under the salt shaker.
"For your clothes for your date tonight. 300 dollars try not to spend it all. Love you Adrian, enjoy yourself and be safe. Good luck." I read my moms cursive hand writing quickly, took the 300 dollars and shoved it into my wallet and stuffed my wallet in my back pocket. I check my phone again-1:38
"Damn I gotta go."
Going outside locking the door I decide that Kohl's would be a faster place to get to then the mall, grabbing my bike I speed down the sidewalks.
2:24
"Ok that will be 113, cash or credit?" The clerk says with a big smile.
I fish for my wallet and say "Cash."
Handing a coupon to the clerk first. She scans it making the machine beep.
"Ok 108 is your total." The clerk says.
"Alright." Giving her five twenties and a ten she puts it in the register and hands me two ones and my receipt.
"Two dollars is your change have a nice day."
"You too." Replying politely like my mom always had me do.
2:32
"Hey dad, can't talk gotta get ready. Only got 30 minutes." I practactly breathe out as I run in throwing my keys on the table next to the door and sprint up the stairs. I throw my bag on the bed making the springs squeak.
I yank my towel of the top of my bathroom door and go inside to take a quick warm shower. Then I brush my teeth and walk out the bathroom with my towel around my waist and hair still a bit wet. I head for my Kohl's bag. I pull out an outfit close to the one from my dream. Instead of all white I have a grey belt and a black v-neck t-shirt. Everything else was exactly the same. I dry my hair then comb the mess I made out of it and throw on some cologne.
3:05
"Cameron should be coming soon."
Then my phone buzzes.
"Hey I'm on my way cant wait:)"
"Remember it's 56 Woodmont Ave"
"Ik blue door right?"
"Yup I might be outside if not knock on the door"
"Alright"
"Im really excited"
"Me to"
I pick up my room quickly and go downstairs to wait.
"Hey Adrian, you leaving yet?" My dad says from the couch watching Grey's Anatomy. I walk to the kitchen while talking .
"No I'm leaving in a little while, do you want a sandwich and beer or something before I go?"
"Sure, but a coke instead."
"Ok."
Finishing the sandwich and putting some Doritos on the plate I grab a can of coke and bring it to my dad.
Setting the plate and can down I sit next to him.
"Thanks bud. So your going on a date tonight?" He pops open the coke and takes a sip.
Putting on a nervous smile I speak.
"Ya, I am."
My dad takes a chip and eats it.
"And is it a girl or a boy?"
Giving my dad a come on look.
"Dad, it's a boy. You know I'm gay...."
"I know that."
"Then why do you act like you don't? You keep saying it's a faze but dad it's not I'm fourteen I know when I like something or if i don't. And I like guys dad there isn't anything that can change that, I know I'm not the ideal son. I prefer writing over football, I rather be with a guy than a girl, but dad I'm still your son and I'm still me."
"I know that it's just that...."
"Just what dad? You would rather me be born a girl because the way my personality is or you would rather get rid of me when I'm 18 because your ashamed of how your son came out?"
"No, it's that I just love you and I want you to be sure about your decisions and be careful about them, plus you know how the world is about gay people another reason why you need to be careful."
I cocked my head to the side.
"Dad you still raised me to be strong, I can take care of myself and capable of making decisions carefully. I love you for caring but it's ok I'll be fine."
Smiling at me my dad says.
"I know. Your a really smart and strong boy you know that? I dunno where you get it from."
"From you dad and mom, you raised me right."
"I know we did, there is not a wrong way we went with you."
We hugged and then at that moment there was a knock at the door.
"Ok well I have to go dad, bye love you."
I wave and walk away.
I open the door and there was Cameron in a outfit almost like mine. Light baby blue skinny jeans with a turquoise belt, white dress shirt with a black tie, dark blue leather jacket and grey Jordan's. He was holding a thornless rose.
Cameron smiles.
"Wow you look great."
I look down at my feet and smile.
"Thanks, you look amazing yourself."
He hands me the rose.
"Thanks, are you all set to go?"
I take a sniff of the rose the say. "Ya let me just grab my keys." Pointing into my apartment, then walking in and grabbing them off the table and set the rose in a small vase.
"Bye dad."
I walk out the apartment and lock the door with Cameron on the sidewalk. I jump down the three steps.
"Ok all set."
Cameron turns and comes next to me.
"Ok then we're walking if that's ok with you? It's only four blocks to the ice rink."
I wave my hand.
"It's fine I've walked farther..." I smile.
"As long as I'm with you it's fine."
Cameron grins took my hand and we started to walk away from my apartment.