Dreams

Epilogue

I filled up the empty piping bag in my hand behind the counter where I had set up all the ingredients I needed. I began decorating the couple dozen cupcakes on the cooling rack, tapping my foot against the kitchen tiles underneath me, my body moving along with the music that blared from my phone a few distances away.

I woke up early at an early hour, way earlier than I should have on a Monday, so I thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to head down to the bakery and get some work done there. Although it did cost a little trouble sneaking out of the house and trying not make a sound. It was something that happened kind of frequently, considering I didn't have as many dreams as I used to, and the lack of that had a not so positive effect on me.

I heard the ring of the bell by the door of the bakery and I glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall and saw that it was almost time for Aaron to drive me to school. I put down the piping bag and brought down the volume of the music from my phone, wiping my hands down the apron I had over today's outfit.

Aaron walked from the bakery's entrance through the door at the back that led to the kitchen, before I could get to him first.

"Morning," he came closer and pecked my lips gently.

I smiled up at him, "You're early."

He scanned the kitchen and raised his eyebrows, "So are you, apparently."

I looked away, "I woke up early."

He must've noticed that I wasn't feeling up to it, because he suddenly gained this rush of energy and grinned.

"So, I've been practicing that yoga position you taught me this summer."

I laughed, "Seriously?"

"Yeah, why do you sound so surprised?" He asked, his captivating eyes twinkling.

"Because I didn't know you took that seriously," I replied honestly.

"Really?" He stepped forward and took my hand, "I take everything about you seriously."

I wrinkled my nose, "Cheesy."

He let out a slight chuckle, "Sounded right in my head."

I felt something in my chest stir, an impulse, and rose on the tip of my toes to press a tight kiss against his lips. "Show me."

"Right now?"

I loved how he understood what I was talking about without me having to really explain anything.

"Yup, prove it."

"Fine, but I thought you trusted me," he said dramatically, faking a hurt expression.

"C'mon," I ignored him, "prove it."

"Alright, alright. You're so DEMANDING sometimes," he shook his head, laughing.

"You like it," I teased.

"I love it." He grinned and dropped down to the floor before I could say anything, which I was glad for since I had no idea how to resond to that.

He sat down, lifting each leg and doing what I taught him before back in his room at the beach house.

I clapped, "Bravo."

He stood, placing a hand on his chest and bowing lower than I thought he ever could, "Thank you, your majesty."

"You're welcome, slave."

"Now wouldn't that be a scandalouse affair," he SPECULATED.

I rolled my eyes.

Recently, Aaron's been trying hard to cheer me up. From downloading cool music on my phone to lame jokes, he's been a great help. Things with the dreams shook me up a lot worse than I ever expected. Considering I never expected what happened...to happen at all. After that last dream, I went into a stage of sort of being in denial. I kept trying to go back to seeing Felix and Mikah again, even hoping that Val would be there. I went back to physically writing down what I wanted to dream down on that same notebook I used in the start of this whole ordeal. I grew frustrated, I wouldn't even let Amy or Jade talk to me or hang aorund me. For a while the only people I talked to were my parents and Aaron, and it definetly wasn't an easy task for me.