His warm body wrapped itself around mine gripping tighter in his slumber. This was the feeling that I had wanted. It was so amazing, so perfect and yet so surreal. I pulled his hand close to my heart my fingers gently caressing the blue-green flame that wrapped itself up his wrist.

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“Get the fuck up Mike!! It’s almost twelve! I know you milk the days you have to sleep in, but this is pushing it!” Chester yelled through the tour bus. I rolled out of my bunk and landed on my knees only to trip on my baggy pants when I tried to stand up. What was my dream last night? I thought that there was fire but I couldn’t be sure, I never remembered them these days….. The last one I did remember there was a table with a white mask sitting on it…. Not that that says much but it’s interesting to remember dreams, ponder over them. When I finally stood up without falling over, or something of the sort, I got a chance to look at the clock, 8:15.

“Chester!! Where the hell did you get ‘almost twelve’? I swear, I’m gonna rip your throat out dude!!” I through the door so I could give him some more shit about it,

“Chill Mike, here.” he threw me his watch, 11:43

“Then why does it say that it’s 8:15 in that room?” I asked running a hand through my hair yawning

“Either someone died and we don’t know it, or the clock’s fucked up, I think I’ll go with the latter. Why are you wearing my shirt?” I looked down, and sure enough I was wearing Chester’s new white shirt with a skull on it.

“Huh. Didn’t realize I was. Last night I was cold so I grabbed it off the floor before I crashed. You want it back?”

“After you wash it, you stink.” he said plainly and walked away

“Thanks for the compliment Ches” I hollered after him, he raised his hand without turning around.

I walked back into the room to change and throw Chester’s shirt on his bed, without washing it I might add. I started pulling his shirt off of my head and as soon as the smell of the shirt hit my nose I knew it. It was Chester’s smell, he always had his own smell even in crowded quarters with a bunch of guys. It smelled….. good….. nice even, then I remember my dream………

Could I really…… for……. him? I slowly drifted over to my bunk, or Brad’s rather and sat down staring into space.

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ok I know that it’s short but I need to know if I should continue or not, please leave reviews