The Never Coming True Dream

I was sitting in a field, the light green, silky grass tickling my skin as I looked around, my arm propping me up as I looked up at the bright and clear blue sky,

"If only I could stay here forever" I whispered to myself, the wind taking away my words,

I layed down against the grass, it making a cusion for me. I tucked my right arm behind my head and just gazed at the sky, the clouds gently flying by as gracfully as a couple dancing. A crunch was heard from behind me, making me jump up and turn. There stood Taylor, smiling his amazing and perfect smile my way,

"Hello" he chuckled, "Sorry if I frightened you",

"Oh...you didn't, just didn't know you were there" I looked to the floor, my cheeks burning with the rosey coloured blush that swept across them,

he chuckled again and walked towards me. As soon as he was infront of me, his arms were pulling me against him, finding my arms wrapping themselves around his waist, not wanting his warmth and the numb-ness he spread through my whole body as he held onto me.
In the end we layed across the silk grass, his back was against it as I rested my head against his shoulder, worrying in my head if he was comfortable, if he wanted me to move, if his arm was going numb for having my head resting on it.

"You don't need to worry yourself Eva, I'm fine, honest" he giggled and then kissed the top of my head,

I huddled close to him, then turned my head up to look into his beautiful brown eyes. My head making clips of our lips together and it was like he could read my mind. His lips turned into a perfect smile and I just could help but smile back. He moved in a way that my back was against the grass with him leaning over me slightly, his weight not causing a problem to my small frame. My eyes shifted from his to his lips, the smile still strong and perfect across his wonderful face,

"Can I??..." he whispered,

my eyes went wide as his face came closer and closer to mine. I'd never kissed a guy before...so when his lips touched mine oh so gently, I was stunned by what to do, and the fact the feeling was amazing. I felt sparks run up and down my body, as my heart raced ten times faster then I ever thought it would go. After a couple of minutes I let my lips do what I wanted them to do. They moved against his gently, barely touching yet still catching his, making sparks fly between them. His hand moved to the back of my neck, and I was soon sitting up next to him, our lips not leaving the others once. I went on instinct and moved a hand to the side of his neck, this was so new to me, yet I was just trying to go with the flow.
After a little while we both pulled away from breath. We took in about 2 huge gulps of the summer breeze before touching each others lips with the tips of our fingers. It was such a weird thing to do, yet it still felt wonderful. His lips curved ever so slightly and he kept kissing the tips of my fingers whenever they layed across the main bit of them. His fingers brushing against my lips, touching them so softly yet every movement made me want to pull him against me, made me want to just rest mine against his again.
I moved my hand from his lips to the back of his neck. His finger tips leaving my lips as I moved gently his face towards mine. I touched my lips against his and they moved together the same way as the first time. One of his hands made it to my neck, and as my head was becoming numb to the touch of his lips, I had a pulling feeling inside my head...I didn't know why but as I left his lips to look around, the field was suddenly very dark and gloomy. I turned to Taylor and found he wasn't there...I paniced and jumped to my feet, searching the new darkness and how scary it was,

"Eva!" I heard the scream of Taylor,

my feet automatically running towards his voice. As I came into sight I stumbled...scared to see a lifeless body laying across the grass. I felt the tears well in my eyes as I walked slowly to the body, hopeing, praying it wasn't Taylor. When I finally made it to the bodies side, I burst into tears...Taylor's beautiful eyes weren't the same...he still had the brown iris' but where the white was suppose to be...was red. Blood red.

I jumped up from my bed, thick tears rolling down my cheeks, with my chest heaving from not being able to catch my breath. I looked at my clock across my room and sighed slightly as it was only 3am...I buried my face in the palms of my hands and cried even more. Hearing my parents banging on the thin wall between our rooms,

"Shut up crying and go to sleep, it's 3 in the bloody morning!" they both shouted,

I bit my tongue to try and stop crying but it didn't help a thing. I pulled my cover off my legs and stood up slowly. I stumbled down the stairs, useing my mobile phone to light my way, not to sli up on anything until I was sitting on the sofa in the frontroom. I grabbed the thick blanket from the back cusions and wrapped it around my shoulders. The sobs seeping out of me, my breath falling out of me as I couldn't calm down the sobs, couldn't control the feeling of drowning.
I sat there with my head bowed toward my crossed legs before I felt something land on the other side of the sofa. I looked up to see my pitch black cat eyeing me, confused.

"Sorry Moggle, I just had a really bad dream" I whispered,

her wide green eyes staring back at mine. Then soon she got up and made herself comfy on my legs. I accepted the company for the rest of the morning. Moving around gently, not to disturb Moggle as I layed down in a huddle, Moggle curling in a ball where my stomach was, purring loudly and making my stomach vibrate. Just the feeling of someone next to me made me curle up and fall to sleep.