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won’t have anything to do with it."
Drake's features were soft and I could tell he was full of empathy. "He's probably right."
"I don’t care," I said. "I can’t ignore this. Right or not, I have to find out the truth."
"I can understand that," he said with a nod of his head. "Move over." He stood up and gave me a gentle shove. I moved myself along to the other side of the bed and sat up, crossing my legs in front of me. Drake sat himself next to me and stretched his legs out in front of him, with one leg crossed over the other. I kept my stare fixed on his brown boots. Having something to focus on helped keep the tears away.
"Caleb just wants to keep you safe."
I looked over at him. "If I ask you something, will you be honest with me?"
"I'll do my best."
"If Caleb knew Gabriel wasn’t my dad, is that something he would keep from me?"
He seemed to look at me for too long before he gave me any answer. "If he felt like it was in your best interest not to tell you, then maybe he would keep it to himself. But I can tell you that he knows no such thing."
I nodded.
"What are you going to do then?"
"Find my dad, I guess." my heart completely sank as the words left my mouth. Gabriel was my dad. Whatever happened, he was still my dad. I smiled guiltily at Drake. "You know what I mean. I know Gabriel’s my dad, I-"
"Hey, don’t explain anything to me." He stretched his hand behind my head and unhooked my mom's dream catcher from above the bed, holding it up in front of him. It was then that I realized that we were sitting in the dark and I flicked on the bedside light, bathing the whole room in a warm, golden glow.
"A dream catcher?" he asked me.
"I found it. It's my mom's"
"You having bad dreams?"
"Not exactly bad," I said. Drake was looking at me like I had grown two horns. He smiled and I could feel I was subconsciously biting my lip. I knew my face was turning crimson and I shook my head. I laughed. I couldn’t help it.
"What the hell was that?" Drake asked.
"Nothing," I said. I was embarrassed.
"Doesn’t look like nothing. Go on, tell me. I've got all night."
"You’re staying all night?"
"Who else is going to look after you, while you and Caleb are at war with each other?" At war? That was how he saw us?
"It's nothing, honestly. It's dumb."
"I bet I can guess."
"You can give it a shot."
"You dream about Caleb. I don’t need any details, I can tell what goes on by the look on your face." I swatted him on the leg with my hand.
"I’m that obvious?" I asked. "It’s sad, right?"
"It's probably out of your control," he said, his face turning to one of zero expression. I could no longer read him.
"How do you mean?" I asked. I untucked my legs and shifted my body in his direction. I pulled my legs up under me and held onto them.
"When you dream, you can have whatever it is you truly want. Even the things you think you don’t want anymore. It all surfaces in a dream. Repressed desires, unfinished business; anything goes. If the heart wants something, that's where it will tell you what."
"Huh," I said. I had never thought of it like that.
He gave me a knowing look. “People have a way of working themselves into your mind if they really want to get there.” Were we still talking about Caleb here? I didn’t think my mind was where Caleb wanted to be.
"Do you dream, Drake? Do you even sleep?" Caleb and I had never had that conversation. It was one of the things that I would normally never think relevant, but what did I know about fallen angels? Not a whole lot. Caleb wasn’t particularly forthcoming with information about himself.
"I don’t need to sleep."
"Can you if you want to?"
"Yeah, I can."
"What do you dream about?" I shrugged apologetically. "Sorry if that’s too intrusive."
“It's fine. I don’t dream, not really.”
“Do you love Mellissa?” I put my hand over my mouth. Where did that come from?
He sighed and averted his gaze downwards. "Love's a strong word."
"Have you
Drake's features were soft and I could tell he was full of empathy. "He's probably right."
"I don’t care," I said. "I can’t ignore this. Right or not, I have to find out the truth."
"I can understand that," he said with a nod of his head. "Move over." He stood up and gave me a gentle shove. I moved myself along to the other side of the bed and sat up, crossing my legs in front of me. Drake sat himself next to me and stretched his legs out in front of him, with one leg crossed over the other. I kept my stare fixed on his brown boots. Having something to focus on helped keep the tears away.
"Caleb just wants to keep you safe."
I looked over at him. "If I ask you something, will you be honest with me?"
"I'll do my best."
"If Caleb knew Gabriel wasn’t my dad, is that something he would keep from me?"
He seemed to look at me for too long before he gave me any answer. "If he felt like it was in your best interest not to tell you, then maybe he would keep it to himself. But I can tell you that he knows no such thing."
I nodded.
"What are you going to do then?"
"Find my dad, I guess." my heart completely sank as the words left my mouth. Gabriel was my dad. Whatever happened, he was still my dad. I smiled guiltily at Drake. "You know what I mean. I know Gabriel’s my dad, I-"
"Hey, don’t explain anything to me." He stretched his hand behind my head and unhooked my mom's dream catcher from above the bed, holding it up in front of him. It was then that I realized that we were sitting in the dark and I flicked on the bedside light, bathing the whole room in a warm, golden glow.
"A dream catcher?" he asked me.
"I found it. It's my mom's"
"You having bad dreams?"
"Not exactly bad," I said. Drake was looking at me like I had grown two horns. He smiled and I could feel I was subconsciously biting my lip. I knew my face was turning crimson and I shook my head. I laughed. I couldn’t help it.
"What the hell was that?" Drake asked.
"Nothing," I said. I was embarrassed.
"Doesn’t look like nothing. Go on, tell me. I've got all night."
"You’re staying all night?"
"Who else is going to look after you, while you and Caleb are at war with each other?" At war? That was how he saw us?
"It's nothing, honestly. It's dumb."
"I bet I can guess."
"You can give it a shot."
"You dream about Caleb. I don’t need any details, I can tell what goes on by the look on your face." I swatted him on the leg with my hand.
"I’m that obvious?" I asked. "It’s sad, right?"
"It's probably out of your control," he said, his face turning to one of zero expression. I could no longer read him.
"How do you mean?" I asked. I untucked my legs and shifted my body in his direction. I pulled my legs up under me and held onto them.
"When you dream, you can have whatever it is you truly want. Even the things you think you don’t want anymore. It all surfaces in a dream. Repressed desires, unfinished business; anything goes. If the heart wants something, that's where it will tell you what."
"Huh," I said. I had never thought of it like that.
He gave me a knowing look. “People have a way of working themselves into your mind if they really want to get there.” Were we still talking about Caleb here? I didn’t think my mind was where Caleb wanted to be.
"Do you dream, Drake? Do you even sleep?" Caleb and I had never had that conversation. It was one of the things that I would normally never think relevant, but what did I know about fallen angels? Not a whole lot. Caleb wasn’t particularly forthcoming with information about himself.
"I don’t need to sleep."
"Can you if you want to?"
"Yeah, I can."
"What do you dream about?" I shrugged apologetically. "Sorry if that’s too intrusive."
“It's fine. I don’t dream, not really.”
“Do you love Mellissa?” I put my hand over my mouth. Where did that come from?
He sighed and averted his gaze downwards. "Love's a strong word."
"Have you
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