“I’m
sorry, I thought you were someone else.” Brian apologized, he turned around
and continued his search, not being able to find her anywhere he thought of
maybe paging her but decided to save her the embarrassment and just wander
around calling her name until she heard him. He snickered as he walked around
aimlessly, wandering if he ever did this to his mother as a kid. He turned the
isle and came face to face with a herd of teenage girls. They saw him and
immediately started screaming and running towards him. He high-tailed it the
other direction, his sneakers squeaking on the floor, he ducked into a clothing
rack shaped in a circled and hid in the clothes. The girls were fooled and ran
off in search of their idol. Brian laughed at what a close call that was. He
felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around hoping it wasn’t one of the
escaped fans, he gave in a sigh of relief when he saw it was Naomi, the person
he had been looking for all along. She kept a smug smile on her face as she
pulled him from the clothes rack by his ear like a mother would do to their
child. He got his ear loose and pulled her over to a tall shelf in the deserted
department store. He smiled as he leaned closer to her; she leaned back against
the shelf, there lips brushed before they connected the gap. Lavishing in the
feel of her hair as his hands roamed around in her long golden locks. They
pulled apart and he whispered in her ear ‘I love you.’
Brian
shot straight up in bed, sweat dripping down his forehead. What was he doing? He
couldn’t be having those dreams. Naomi? No. He wiped the sweat from his
forehead and looked over at the clock. 3:11, he sighed heavily and fell back
onto the waterbed. He looked over to his right, Leighanne was still in the
hospital; which was where he had stayed for the past week but finally gave into
the doctors, nurses and even Naomi’s pleas for him to go home and get some
rest. He looked terrible, felt worse, and there were no signs that Leighanne
would wake up from the deadly coma she was in. yes, a coma. He still couldn’t
believe it; she was so strong, healthy. A coma? It just didn’t seem real.
Everything the past week seemed like a dream. She was awake one minute, he went
out of the room to get a coke, when he came back there were people rushing
around her, hooking her up to machines, loud shrieks form the machines around
were all he could hear as he broke down and cried. Naomi hadn’t been there,
Leigh’s parents had went home to Georgia seeing how there was nothing anyone
could do for Leigh and she would be getting out of the hospital in a few weeks.
She had a few scratches, and broken arm, and a hairline fracture in her leg, she
had a light concussion and a really messed up eye, her hair had been all tangled
from the throw in the accident, they couldn’t get it untangled so they were
forced to cut it off short, now it fell an inch above her shoulders. Brian
wasn’t sure what to do, he had been having more and more dreams and thoughts
about Naomi and still fell apart every time he walked into Leighanne’s room,
seeing her almost lifeless body laying there.
He
had came home to get some sleep and stayed awake for more than three hours
before dosing off, until he had that dream and woke up again. He had taken some
sleeping pills but they didn’t do anything but calm his nerves a little and
now he was wired up again. He looked around the room, he saw the curtains being
blown into the room from the open window and got up to shut it, there’s no
telling how long it had been open. He closed the window and turned back around
to face his room, he sighed heavily; the dream still running through his mind.
He needed to talk to someone but had no one to talk to, he had been driving his
parents up the wall calling them, and all his fellow band mates, excluding Nick
were all on their vacations, either in New York, or Cali, or even Spain. Kevin
had went home Kentucky, which is where Brian would rather be but he knew that if
he left Florida and Leigh than surely something would happen, mostly likely
something bad, and he wouldn’t be there. So he stayed there, in the house, by
himself; well, not technically by himself, he had the dogs, tyke, and litty, but
there weren’t really shoulders to cry on, or comforters. He had thought, many
times, of calling Naomi and talking to her, but with these dreams he had been
having he wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to be getting so close to her
anymore. He was slowly shying away from her, even though he knew he was hurting
her feelings by being so distant, it was the only thing he knew to do.
Brian
looked over at the phone, once again thinking of calling her. ‘She did say I
could call at anytime, day or night’ he tossed the thought over in his head.
He walked downstairs and into the kitchen, he grabbed a glass from the cupboard
and pored himself a glass of milk, sitting on a stool at the island in the
middle of the classically styled kitchen he looked down over to Litty sitting on
the floor by an empty food bowl. Brian sighed once again and got up to fill
their bowl with puppy chow and get them some water.