Best Friend - Episode 18

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I turned to Kunle, I could see the leak from his pants, I laughed.

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. "Now you will now how it feels" I shouted.
Pointing the gun at him I shouted as I pulled the trigger "die, die die die die".

I jumped up, standing abruptly, my entire body drenched in sweat, I sat my hand still stretched,my finger placed like I held a gun and would fire. With my left hand I grabbed my pillow tightly to my chest like I would strangle the life out of it.
My heart raced fast,I panted, still in that position when my eyes set on Kunle, my already fast beating heart increased pace.

I could see he was a little startled, then he burst into laughter,holding his stomach as he laughed, he kept laughing so hard I could see tears fall from his eyes.

"You bastard die die" I shouted as I pulled the trigger, but I was shocked there was no gun in my hand, I turned to see the victim tightly held in my left hand was just my pillow.

It then suddenly hit me that I had been dreaming, I shamefully walked back to the bed, lay down with my stomach facing upwards.
 I realized I was now back to my room the one I shared with Kunle with its yellow and blue walls with a wall sticker of real Madrid football ball stars, with a reading table at the end of the bed, directly opposite the window where we faced our heads when we slept.

The horror on Kunles face when I shouted die three tines had now faded into pure humor

"Mumu, shey I tell you make you no eat my share of food you no hear" he said and continued while still laughing " shey now I don de pursue you with cutlass for dream, like make you no stand up come jack".

I paid no heed to whatever he was saying, I just lay there thinking what kind of dream this was, it was so real maybe too real, I thought to my self as I lay down, breathing fast still trying to catch my breath.

Life had never been more uninteresting, boring and passive like this past few days after my dream. Everything was so real but now am back to been a 300level medical student preparing for his MBBS.

Lectures were uninteresting and boring to the death, my life suddenly lost purpose, everyone asked Fred are you okay? Why are you this dull? And all those questions just seemed to annoy me

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. Even Kunle tried severally to find out what's wrong but I shut the world out, I certainly didn't trust him anymore not after that dream.

"But it was just a dream" I continued to tell myself. But if it was just a dream why am still in love with the girl in my dream, I felt like I needed to see her again tell her I love her just sit down beside her and stare at her all day. As the days crept by the memory of the dream became more blurred but her face stock in my mind clear as ever, I could still smell her hair, feel her skin, the softness of her lips. 

I began to think I was gradually loosing my mind, I barely could concentrate on anything which was very bad since my exams were by the corner and then everything changed two weeks to my exams.

I hurried to reach the stairs, my tie flew as I half walked half ran, damm school stress, who sets test two weeks to exams for Christ sake I mumbled to myself. On reaching the third stair case I was disrupted from my thought as I ran into a lady I didn't see coming, the papers she held in hand fell, scattering about,

"Oh shit, am sorry am sorry" I said as I hurriedly picked them up not minding to even see her face.

"Thank you" she said as I handed them over and almost immediately turned to run up hoping to be at the Anatomy lab for my test.

"Sorry please excuse me" she called
Oh damm what again I thought as I turned and that was when I froze.

My lips parted, my eyes about to pop out of my head, my hands cannot paint the beauty I saw before me not to even talk of using words to describe it.
 Her hair was long and dark, no black like very black, curly and shiny, small fiery eyes that seemed to search deep in my soul,her small well formed lips gracefully covered an arranged set of chalk white teeth. With pointed nose like an Arabian princess, obviously she wasn't Nigerian or not fully.

"Hello she said waving her hands in my face " are you OK? " she continued. I only slowly nodded 

"So I was asking if you could please direct me to where the new student's are been registered am looking for my friend he should be there".

" um just go down two stairs and turn to your right" I managed to say after some seconds.
As she turned to leave I had to ask "sorry please is your name by chance Paris?"

"Nope" she said shaking her head and folding her lips the exact same way someone I know would.

"OK thanks" I said a little disappointed and turned to leave

"Chelsea" she called behind me, I turned looking confused I guess, because she went on to add "the name, yeah its Chelsea".

"Oh that's real nice, am Alfred but just call me Fred" I said trying to act composed as I stretched my hand for a shake. Could a persons hand be any softer I thought as I gently squeezed her palms a little bit too long, she pulled out her hand, bent her head and smiled shly.
Please don't ask me how the test was, they only thing I could write was PARIS

SORRY FOR LATE UPDATE. MY DAY THESE PAST FEW DAYS HAS BEEN WAY TOO FRUSTRATING.