Are You Just A Dream?
They happen when you're sleeping
Or when you're in school
They happen when you're alone
Or when you're in a big group
Dreams are Dreams
Or could they be more?
"Come on guys, we all know what's going on,"
"But what can we do about it? He's gotten himself in enough trouble."
"But he doesn't even like her!"
This was the conversation that was going on during lunch on the day we all found out. See, I was the youngest in the group…the freshman in a group of sophomores. What was I supposed to say in this conversation? Our friend Marcus had decided to ask out a girl, Susan because she wrote him a two paged essay on how she was "in love with him". Now, two weeks later, we found out that he was indeed doing a pity relationship.
Susan was part of our little group too, but she was very high maintenance. For example, Elena and she were over my house and well, my family is really healthy. We were eating steak and carrots for dinner, something we had a lot. Susan complained right in front of my mother and then refused to eat anything.
Anyway, so now Marcus and Susan were going out and the whole group wasn't sure what to do.
Jenna, one of the girls in this group, was silent throughout the whole conversation. I liked her a lot, from the first time Elena and Susan introduced us. She was so adorable and slightly insane. None of us could explain why she was so quiet during this particular conversation.
"We all know that Marcus doesn't like her, but it's his own fault!" Hannah concluded laying her head down on her boyfriend, Riley's shoulder. Elena was seated next to me and she just shook her head.
"He has no idea what he's gotten himself into, Hannah," Elena sighed. "She is the clingiest girl I know, he won't be able to breathe!"
"Stella, what do you think?" This was the first time Jenna spoke.
"I, well," I said. "He's going to realize that she's clingy and obsessive and dump her." I looked at Jenna. "I'm not one to talk about this, but Susan is going to go after all of us single girls." Jenna looked at me with a questioning look.
"When something is hers," Elena finished my thought, "she wants to make sure it stays hers."
"So what do we do?" Riley asked. "Should we warn him?"
"Already did," Erica, our little Asian friend said. "He is just doing it out of pity, but I say we just act as if we don't know. Be happy for them like friends should be," Jenna's face dropped.
"Sounds good to me," Riley concluded and we all continued eating.
Susan came over and sat next to Elena. "Guys, isn't he the cutest! He wrote me a poem!" Jenna got up from the table and left without a word. "What's her problem?"
"Ugh!" Elena got up and followed Jenna out.
"You know, I think we're going to head to class," Hannah said looking at Riley. "Are you coming, Asian and Freshman?" Just like that we all left.
"Where's Jenna?" Hannah asked Elena when we saw her in the hallway.
"She went back to class," Elena said slowly.
I wasn't completely sure what was going on, all I knew was that there was a drama last year that apparently was carried into this year. I really wasn't sure as to what it was, but I knew Jenna had been awfully hurt from it.
"Well, I'll talk to her on the bus, we better get back to class anyway," Hannah decided. Elena went down the hall to Latin as Erica and Hannah went to history. I followed Hannah and Erica since their history class was right next to my Freshman English class.
"Hey Freshman," Hannah said putting her arm around me. "What do you really think of Marcus and Susan?"
"Well we've all figured it's a pity thing so that's not going to end well…" I whispered slightly.
"Hannah, you're making the freshman uncomfortable. Susan and her used to be best friends," Erica said and I wanted to hug her. She was right; talking about people behind their backs just wasn't my thing. Although Susan has done it several times to me, I wasn't about to start now…besides calling her clingy and obsessive.
"Why aren't you guys friends anymore?" Hannah asked.
"You see, back when I was a little seventh grader and she was an eighth grader she was a lot of fun." Hannah tried to picture this but it was too hard. "You see, she'd go bowling and not worry about how silly she looked. For her 14th birthday, we each switched one knee high sock and were wearing shorts. We went all around Walmart and Target like that." I laughed remembering the funny looks a lot of people had given us. "Then, she went to high school and she changed into…that." I said.
It was true; she had gone from my best friend whom I loved dearly to a girl that I just tried to put up with. "Well don't worry, Freshman, you've got us!" Hannah threw her arm around me and I couldn't help but laugh.
"See you after History!" Erica dragged Hannah with her and waved to me. I waved back and then walked into my classroom. Most of the other students were already sitting in their seats chatting.
"Hey Stella," one of my only freshman friends called to me. His name was Jeremy. We had been friends since we met through our parents in third grade. Honestly, the first time we met, I had had a giant crush on him but now it was like he was my brother. He was such a sweetheart.
"Hey Jeremy," I smiled and sat down in the seat next to him. Our last names were always really close so in the two classes we have together we sit right next to each other. "How was science?" Science and Tech were the classes that he didn't have with me, we had algebra and English together.
"Boring, I really wanted to pass a note to you, but then I remembered that you were in Chorus." He smiled and shook his head ever so slightly. "Anyway, Stella, I was thinking about something the other day,"
"What was it?" I asked.
"Well, you know how the solo auditions for chorus are after school tomorrow night? Of course you do," He laughed, "I have a technology test to make up so if you wanted we could walk back to my place and we could hang out a little after school." He shrugged.
"Sounds good to me," I said and then turned to face the front of the room as our English teacher walked in. He was probably the dullest person I had ever met! We were reading Romeo and Juliet, which I had read about a billion times, and we weren't having much fun. Sure, we had only read the first act but it was still more tedious than anything else.
"Alright guys, I have heard some side comments of how boring this class is," Mr. Shoe said. Could he hear my thoughts? I had wondered. Jeremy just chuckled a little. "So today," He continued, "I thought we could read it out loud like the play. I have a prize for anyone who I believe portrays their character the best." I rather enjoyed the idea of this, I loved acting. I belonged to a theater group a few towns over. It was practically my second home, I loved it!
He asked the first 5 people to take out a name from a bag. I looked at the piece of paper… Juliet.
Jeremy looked at me and laughed slightly. Then I realized why he was laughing so hard- the name that he had was written so neatly and delicately
I almost fell out of my seat I was laughing to hard. "Okay Romeo, raise your hand." That's when I saw it, Logan raised his hand. He was possibly the hottest guy in this English class, although he wasn't very smart. Logan winked at me as Mr. Shoe asked for Juliet to raise her hand. Awkward.
We began reading until we got to the part that I had waited for. "O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore out thy Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet."
Logan began to whisper and there was a moment that I was lost in his low whimper. "Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" Lost in the sound of his voice I had almost lost my ability to read. Yet, I read the next part in my head and laughed.
"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face," I paused, "Nor any other part belonging to a man," I said rather suggestively and Jeremy couldn't help but laugh. So did Logan.
"Well now Juliet," Logan winked and I blushed.
"Get back to your part, Romeo," I snapped back and Jeremy laughed. After my part was over a note appeared in front of me.
I looked up and saw Jeremy's smirk. "Was not," I whispered. Eventually, the bell rang and school was out.
"Stella," Susan's voice called for me. "Stella!"
I pretended not to hear her but then she reached me. I couldn't have avoided her anyway; she knows where I go to meet Elena before walking home. "Oh hey, Susan," I coughed awkwardly.
"Marcus wants to go on a double date, so get a guy." She said. "We're going bowling tonight."
"Oh Sue," I said, "I really don't know if I can…" I trailed off trying to find an excuse. There had to be some type of reason I couldn't go, and if there wasn't I could at least try to make one up. Nothing came to mind, and it wouldn't really have mattered if it did. Susan had already decided for me.
"No you're coming, and bring a guy." She said, "It's got to be a double DATE so no bringing Elena," Damn, I thought to myself. Who was I going to ask to go with me? "Alright I have to go find Marcus," She skipped away and I waited for Elena's return to our everyday stop.
"Hey Stella, what are you doing tonight?" She asked. Why couldn't she have found me first?
"Susan's making me go on a double date with her and Marcus," I sighed.
Elena rolled her eyes, "Well then, once you get bored of that, why don't you and your date meet me at the ice cream parlor. I'll be there until closing, so you better show," she joked.
"Oh trust me, the minute they say it- I'm running out of there." I laughed. By 'it' I mean the phrase "I love you". This phrase was not one that was even physically possible for me to say. When I'm about to it just comes out as mummers and random weird noises.
"Oh yes, well, let's get on home, shall we?" Elena extended her arm and we hooked elbows. Our town was so small that we only had one bus to go around, and most of us just didn't care for it. We'd walk home or ride our bikes, but either way we'd wind up home in about five to ten minutes depending on where your house was compared to the school. "So, Stella, what do you do when people say "I love you"?" She asked me.
"What kind of a question is that?" I defended laughing a bit.
"A good one," she winked. "Now answer."
"Well, if it were you I simply nod and say "you too". If it were a boy, I'd probably run away screaming," I said sarcastically. "Nah, I'd probably just ignore it."
Elena nodded and then we began talking about random topics. She told me about a kid who fell asleep in class which reminded me of Romeo and Juliet today in English! I just had to tell her.
She laughed as every bit of my story came into place and as I finished she smiled, "You know, Stella, you could very easily be a story teller." We then turned into our street.
"I don't know about that," I answered her and we made it to our homes. We were neighbors, Elena and I, we loved it. We didn't even have to knock when we come over or even ask! The parents figured where we were and would just wait for us to come home.
"Well have fun getting ready for this date," she said, "why don't you take Jeremy or Ryan?" Jeremy, the boy in English, lived the next road over and probably wouldn't mind going. Ryan, well he was my other neighbor. He was a friend and a sophomore who was, quite frankly, hot. He was really tan and rather athletic. Plus, he was known as being one of the hottest guys in our school, not that I really cared much for titles.
"I'll think about it," I said and walked into my house.
"Bye, Stella, I love you," She cried out laughing her head off.
"Yeah, hilarious," I smirked. "you too, crazy." I walked into my room and lay my stuff upon the floor. "What the heck am I going to wear?"