BRIN'S POV
"Brin! Brin, honey, wake up! It was just a dream. Wake up. It's okay. Shh. It's okay. You're okay," I heard as I woke up to a slow and methodic rocking motion.
It was Aiden. He was holding me in his lap, comforting me.
"Aiden! Thank God, you're okay!" I sobbed into his bare shoulder. After my sobs calmed down, he asked me what was wrong.
"Just a bad dream. That's all," I smiled limply. He looked at me and scoffed.
"A 'bad dream?' That was more like... like a nightmare. You sat up and screamed in your sleep. What happened? You can tell me, I promise," he pleaded.
I bit my lip and looked away as I thought about it. I knew I could tell Aiden, I just didn't want to because I knew if I did, things would get awkward. He doesn't know just how much I love him. He knows I love him, but he's under the impression that I love him like a brother. I've just never had the courage to tell him otherwise.
"Not tonight. I just want to go back to sleep, okay?" I smiled. He nodded and we laid back down.
I cried silently as I thought about my nightmare. If I lost him.... I would fall apart. It breaks my heart now just to know that he doesn't see how beautiful he is and that he hates himself inside.
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Teen FictionThis is a fanfiction about Blood On the Dance Floor but it is NOT in any way cliche. This story will not end with your typical fairytale ending. There will be a large vocabulary sometimes, swearing is present, and there is a very deep, emotional fee...
