We'll Leave The Light On For You
CHAPTER 2

Luke
I looked at Dealia. She looked at me. It was one of those times when we would both think the same thing at the same time. Later when we were deeper into this whole thing, both of us would wonder how we did this, or if it was just one of those little things that God gave us to make the mission easier. Either way, it was defiantly one of those things that seem to be a problem, but you later appreciate. “ So,” I said. “What are we going to do now?”

“Gee I don’t know, I mean Sam said to get some sleep, but I’m not tired.” Dealia said to me getting up and walking over to the bathroom door.

“What are you doing?” I asked her.

“ Well, if you must know, I’m using the bathroom, but I guess I won’t unless that’s okay with you…” she said sarcastically.

“Geesh, sorry, don’t get all peed. I didn’t mean to make you mad.” I said to her. She just rolled her eyes at me and proceeded into the bathroom.

I lay down on the bed and put my hands behind my head. This was kinda depressing. I was stuck with this really hot girl that happened to hate me at the moment and I couldn’t figure out why. And to top it all off, I had just found out from an angel that I was in a coma and supposed to be dead…wow what more could you want in life eh?

Just then Dealia came out of the bathroom and lay down in her bed. I looked over at her. “Goodnight Dealia.”I said.

“Night Luke. I guess that we’ll see each other in the morning. That is if we don’t wake up from this night-mare.” She said. I smiled to myself, I for one hoped that I didn’t…but I could never tell her that she would think that I was crazy. I drifted off to sleep. I don’t remember what I dreamed about though Doc, so I hope you didn’t expect me to. If you didn’t then we are both screwed, because there is no way that I could ever remember all of the dreams that I had those few days…wait, maybe I was wrong just then. It seems like I do remember something. A nightmare that would haunt me for the rest of the time that I was they’re trying to help the guys. I think that I had it that night. Yea, I had to because I remember waking up sweating and hollering. Dealia was lingering over me looking at me like I was nuts.

“What the heck did you dream there boy?” She asked me. That seems like a normal question, but at the time it was weird because I couldn’t for the life of me remember what it was that had me so scared. I mean, I might not seem like it judging by this situation, but usually it took a lot for me to get this scared.

I looked at her. “I have no idea.” I said not looking her in the eye. I didn’t want her to think that I was some kind of idiot.

She sighed. “Well, next time you have a nightmare and wake me up in the middle of the night maybe it would be a good idea to remember what it was that you dreamed. Then maybe I’ll be able to have more sympathy for you.” She said to me, I was beginning to wonder if she was that sarcastic all the time. (By the way, I found out later that yes, she is. Even though it was annoying at the time it became on of the things that made me fall in love with her personality) “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind, would you mind letting go of my shirt.” I said referring to the grasp that she had on my shirt.

She looked at me sheepishly. “Sorry, your screaming was so Erie that it kinda had me freaked out to. I mean, the only time I’ve ever heard anyone scream like that was when my twin sister found our dead cat in the garage where my brother had hidden it.”

I just rolled over. “ Yea, okay whatever, goodnight, see you in the morning.” I said before sleep overcame my body once more.

Dealia
I woke up to Sam’s voice blaring out of the clock radio between Luke’s bed and mine. “Rise and shine sunshine’s!” He exclaimed with too much joy for this time of morning. “you two have a lot of work to do today and the best thing for you to do is to get up and get ready. Remember you are supposed to go to the room at the end of the hall ask about the interview and follow your instincts until then. Don’t let me down up here my job kinda relies on it.” I heard a blast of thunder from somewhere in the background, and then Sam saying, “sorry, sorry, I’ll get off…man he’s hard to please. Oh and that last part about my job, let’s just keep that between us. There are new clothes for you to put on in the closet put em on and get going.”

Luke reached over and shut the alarm clock off. He looked over at me, and grinned. “So Red you ready for a new day?” I stared at him. No one in my whole life had ever called me Red and gotten by with it. But I realized that coming from him it actually sounded good. I didn’t really understand why it just wasn’t one of those things that seemed important right then. Little did I know that nickname would eventually become something that I would enjoy coming out of those lips and something that I actually enjoyed being called. It was only all right by Luke of course. (Don’t get any weird ideas Doc).

A slow smile played about his face. “ I bet that you’ve never been called that before.” He said. I hate it when people are right.

I stared at him trying not to smile. I failed miserably. “ Actually people have called me that before, but they usually don’t live.” I said trying to intimidate him. Once again failure. “There’s not much threat in that seeing as how we both are dead for the time being anyway.” He said returning to his somber state.

“We’re not dead,” I said getting up out of bed and sitting next to him. “We’re just in a coma, and a really bad dream that both of our lives depends on.”

“Gee thanks,” he said sarcastically. “ That makes me feel much better!”

“Any time.”Luke changed the subject. “So do you wanna shower first or should I?”

“Probably you since I have a really bad habit of taking all the hot water.” I said getting up and walking over to the closet to see if what God thought was good style was actually what I had in mind. Then I remembered what Sam had been wearing, and shivered. “If that’s what God considers cool, then we’re both in trouble.” I thought to myself as Luke walked past me and into the bathroom.

I looked into the closet where two sets of clothing were hanging. One was obviously Luke’s. It consisted of kacki’s and a navy blue Polo shirt. “Okay, can you say prep?” I thought to myself.

My clothes were a lot better. At least I thought so, Luke and I still to this-erm- wait, I don’t even know if Luke exists…but if he did we would still argue ‘till this day about it. My pants were flare floods that came to about my mid calf, and a tank top that had “Angel” written on it. How ironic. I looked around for shoes, I figured if God had such good fashion sence (at least in my case) there would at least be shoes. There were in the bottom of the closet. For Luke, Doc Martins (duh) and for me, Sketchers. The water in the shower went off right then and I heard him get out singing. I giggled to myself “what in the world?” I thought to myself, however I didn’t waste any time teasing Luke when he got out of the bathroom, even to admire his tan body wrapped in a towel. (he had forgotten his clothes) I just jumped in glad for the hot water to wipe away all of the dirt and grime that clung to my body. To bad showers can’t erase bad dreams to, huh?

Luke
I don’t know what Dealia expected with her clothes, but mine were perfect. Both comfortable and perfect for my awsome fashion sence, I was perfectly happy with my clothes. Dealia told me exactlly what she thought about my clothes when she came out of the bathroom freshly showered and dressed.

“You look like a freakin’ prep!” she said loudly.

“What! I do not! I look like I’m comfortable in my clothes!” I argued back.

“Is that what you always wear? I don’t remember you wearing anything like that yesterday, I mean not to judge you or anything, but come on Luke you could do a lot better.” She said smirking.

“So are you saying that you think that I am hot?” I said making her squirm.

“NO!” she said not looking at me directly. “I’m just saying you look like some sort of big prep!”

Suddenly the clock radio went off again and Sam’s voice came over the intercom. “Alrighty then, SHUT UP!!! You guys get movin’. You know what to do, don’t screw up or you can bet that I’ll be more than a little mad. Just go with it and if you get stuck, well, you won’t because I’ll be there to help you…NOW GO!!!!

I looked at Dealia, she looked at me. This was going to be a long day…and we both knew it.

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