My Knights in Shining Tinfoil

-Chapter 1-

 “But Jack, I love you... I really do.”

 His voice whispers but it echoes endlessly inside me like a stereo banging softly inside my ears. It feels nice and it's weird too. It’s amazing how I feel liking the way he said it.

 “I... I...” I'm trailing off. I obviously don’t know how I’ll respond to it. I mean, how would you even manage to respond with that? When it’s your first time someone says those words to you. It’s too awkward for my mind to process it.

 “Sshh..” he places his index on my lips, shushing me effectively. “You don’t have to say anything, Jack.” He proceeds after pulling me closer to him. Now this gets more awkward for me but to him, it’s like he means it, like he really mean it, like he knows what he’s doing. He knows what he’s doing of course, and I’m the one who have no idea what exactly he’s doing.

  But somehow, I couldn’t manage to remove myself against his presence.

 “I will take you as you are, Jack.” He resumes with his hands on my cheeks, pulling it closer and I was helplessly obeying it.

 Our faces are only a few inches apart from each other now. The whole moment is so hard to believe but I already know how it’s going to happen.

 He attach his lips with mine with my eyes closed. I am quite enjoying the whole scene. I don’t even know how it started but he doesn’t seem to mind and I am also feeling the same thing.

  A few seconds after, I open my eyes slowly then I saw an... An image of my 35-year-old family butler right in front of me.

“AAAAAAAAH!!”

I scream at the top of my voice before I jump out from my covers, falling on the floor from that horrible dream I just had. Good thing it was just a dream – a very, very, very, terrible dream. There’s no way I’ll be kissing the family butler or anyone in person.

“Good morning, miss Jack.” Cyrus the butler greets, standing in front of me. The tip of his shoe was before my face on the hard cemented floor. Ah, so that’s how he came into my delusion, he is on my room the whole time.

 “Darn, is this your 20th time this Morning, Cyrus?” I ask under the hard floor, pulling myself against the polished concrete but I just fell after pull after pull.

  “30th time, Miss Jack. The megaphone didn’t work; you kicked it on your sleep.” He responds calmly with his British accent after offering his hand to pull me up. My body is too sleepy to pull itself – too sleepy to pull myself. That’s the third time this week that Cyrus had tried to wake me up but none of those tries were accomplished. Sue me for the case of major laziness.

“What time is it already?” I groan out under my breath as I ran my fingers through my messy, frizzy hair that looks like a storm just passed to it – a signal number 5 storm.

 Cyrus turns his head to the clock beside me to see for myself to answer my own question.

“Holy shit. 7:30 already?!” I scowl at my clock before I started shooing Cyrus away from my room to get myself ready within 20 minutes. 5 minutes if possible.

 I run quickly inside the showers like a cat chasing the mouse and I’m chasing the time. I should get in a movie called “Jack Stewart: Race against Time.”

  I remove my PJ’s on my sleeping body. My long blond hair was very dry and I didn’t mind to comb it first. No time for that. It would waste a total of 5 minutes.

There’s a lot than I can use within 5 minutes. Like... like thinking about my weird dream.

  How did I even come up to that point? I mean, I have dreamed worse than that. For example, my dad forced me to wear a skirt instead of my knee-level shorts, a pink floral blouse instead of my blue coat, and a head accessory or whatever that things is called instead of my cap.

  But that dream was... okay, I really don’t know how I’ll describe it. I felt a slight of disgust after it but actually made me wonder. What if someone will tell me those comforting words? Correction: dreadful words.

  How will I even respond to it? Will I stutter just like I trailed off in my dream? What would the boy look like? His face was just a blur, until I saw Cyrus’ wrinkled face of course. It was the most horrifying of all the horrors.