“No, and I can’t tell her so don’t tell me to.”
I laughed. “So you like this girl, but you can’t tell her you like her because you’re afraid she won’t feel the same way.”
“Pretty much.”
“So find someone else.”
He turned to face me and stared at me. “How, when every time I picture a future, she’s in it?”
“Well, at least you know who she is. Mine’s a ghost, with hauntingly beautiful blue eyes.”
“Dude, you ever think it’s your eyes in the dream?”
“Are you saying I have hauntingly beautiful blue eyes, Jeff?”
He smiled. “They are pretty amazing.”
“What in the fuck am I about to walk out on?” Josh asked from the other side of the screen.
Jeff and I both started laughing.
“My blue-eyed ghost I keep dreaming about who insists I’m the only person capable of saving her, yet I have no clue who she is.”
Josh closed the screen door quietly.
“Maybe you should have someone interrupt the dream.”
“What? Interrupt the dream?”
“Yeah, people do that for a living. Like fortune-tellers and shit.”
I frowned. “It’s probably just something in my subconscious.”
Jeff and Josh both stared at me before Jeff said, “Like your mom maybe?”
There was no way in hell the girl in my dreams was my mother. “Yeah, it’s not my mother. Not with the way this girl makes my heart race.”
It was time for a subject change.
“So you ever going to tell me what happened with Sunshine?”
Jeff pointed to me. “That is not to ever be brought up again.”
Josh laughed. “Jeff’s mad because he woke up spooning me.”
My eyes widened.
“Go to hell, Josh,” Jeff said.
Holding up my hands, I said, “I’m pretty sure I don’t want to hear the story after all.”
“No, you really don’t,” said Jeff.
“What are you two doing out here anyway?” Josh asked, then yawned.
“Can’t sleep. You?”
Josh shrugged. “Same. I may just go change and go for a run.”