Part 3 - awkward dream

Sniff. . . Sniff. . .
Where am I? This room, black, cold, smells like jasmine.

"Are you okay darling?," someone's asking me. I can't see it. It's blur. But the voice is familiar to me.

"It's me Greg. You're in my room. You were faint when we were at Nobu," He's hnlding my hand. You know, I want him to hold my hand forever.

"Oh yes. I was feeling so dizzy. Sorry,"

"don't say that. I love you," he's hugging me so tight. He's kissing my hand and looking me in a romantic way!

"get your hand off, it is so wacky," okay, I lied.

"sorry. Do you want me to get you something?"

"mocktail, please"

"No way"

"alright. Get me anything to make me feel better"

"Here I am" He's opening his arms wide. Ready to hug me.

"Cheesy! Okay, a hug maybe can make me feel bette" Greg's hugging me, then he's laying next to me. He's singing me a song. I guess that is Justin Bieber's.

you look so deep, you know that it humbles me. You by my side and troubles them don't trouble me. Many have called but the chosen is you, whatever you want shawty I'll give it to you

"You know Greg, maybe I'm falling in love with you or at least have to," Damn, I don't know why I said those words.

"You told me I'm a player," He's looking my eyes. I realized how beautiful are those eyes, blue, calm and deep (?)

"Well hmm yeah"

"You look so sleepy. Are you sleepy, pumpkin?,"

"No, I'm not," and everything is turning black.

Whoah, look at this room, there are roses on the floor and, Hey it's unicorn! Pink unicorn!

"Hey pinky, you're sweet like a candy," the unicorn's kicking my foot

"Aww!" And the unicorn's running away. Dang that unicorn! At the corner there's a piano and someone's playing it. A guy with white tuxedo, his eye's blue. It's Greg!

"Greg, what are you doing here? Where are we?" I'm asking him and standing next to him.

"Who are you? You are such a pimple,"

"We're friend. Remember?"

"I don't have a friend like you! Go away from my room!," He's standing up and trying to bump me but he couldn't. He's picking the baseball stick and hitting my leg!

"No! Stop it!"

"Gwyneth! Wake up! Are you okay?," Greg's shaking my hand

"So it was a dream?"

"Well,yeah," He's wiping my sweat on my foreahead.

"You hitted my leg with a baseball stick. You were like a monster,"

"It wouldn't happen to us. I swear I will never do bad things to you," He's making V symbol.

"I know I trus you. But I can't imagine why I dreamed bout it,"

"Just forget it, okay? hey have I told you, you look so sweet when you were sleep"

"Duh, talk to my hand," I'm gigglin

"anyway your mother called when you sleep"

"and what did she say?"

"she said, okay greg have fun with her and be safe"

"euw, gross" I don't trust him.

"It's true! I swear for Miley Cyrus"

"Miley Cyrus? I never knew that you're such a freak"

"Freak what? I love Miley, She's Hot"

"She even don't know you," I'm pointing my finger right at his foreahead.

"And, you're 6 years older than her,"

"So what? Are you jealous?," Greg's looking at me with his poker face, evil!

"No fucking way! Why we talking bout this? Anyway can I stay here tonight?"

"I hope you say forever"

"It means yes or?"

"Yes it's a yes. Why don't you go hnme to your castle?"

"Castle? Ugh. I just want to be here with my lovely best buddy and we can talk all night long"

"Righty righty Ms.Gwyneth"