Time: Back In The Day, Day after #23 / Kinsey: Age 13 / Pre-YIM
Rating: Minorly Inappropriate
Taylor woke up and smiled, feeling unnaturally content and well-rested. He sat up and ran his fingers through his long blond hair, pushing it back from his face as he took in his surroundings, finding that he was still surprised to actually be in his own bedroom after months of waking up on a tour bus or in a hotel room. The clock on his bedside table told him that it was only eight in the morning, but for some reason he felt fantastic.
As he moved to get up, however, he noticed something different than when he usually woke up. Much different. He was about to laugh it off, knowing that it was normal even though it had never happened to him before, but then the dream he had experienced during the night, the one that had likely caused the difference, the mess, in the first place, came flooding back. His eyes opened wide and he flew out of bed, quickly changing into clean clothes before going to Isaac’s room. He knocked repeatedly until Isaac opened the door looking irritated and questioning.
“What do you want? It’s early,” Isaac grumbled.
“I need to talk to you. Now,” Taylor said through gritted teeth, staring his older brother down until Isaac sleepily opened the door wider and stepped aside.
“What is it, oh demanding one?” Isaac rolled his eyes, going over to sit on his bed and watching as Taylor grabbed his desk chair and pulled it over to rest right in front of Isaac.
“I had a dream,” Taylor said.
“Like… a Martin Luther King dream, or the regular kind?” Isaac joked, the humor lost on Taylor at the moment.
“I wouldn’t call it regular.”
“Was it a sex dream, Taylor?” Isaac sighed, wanting Taylor to get to the point so he could get rid of him and go back to sleep.
“Kind of…” Taylor trailed off, “I mean… it was different.”
“Oh… oh,” Isaac said, “It’s okay. It’s normal, I mean, everyone does it sometimes. Just wash your own sheets or Mom’ll start trying to talk to you about-”
“Yeah, I know that part is normal. But what I dreamt about is not!”
“Was it about one of Mom’s friends?”
“No.”
“One of Grandma’s friends?”
“What? No! It was…” Taylor sighed and whispered the last part, “It was about… Kinsey.”
“So? She’s, like, our best friend. I dream about her all the time.”
“Like that??”
“Well no,” Isaac laughed, “But, just because you had a sex dream about her doesn’t mean anything other than that you probably thought about her sometime during the day. I mean, I was dreaming about being lost in a giant library when you woke me up, but that doesn’t mean I’m worried that’s actually going to happen. Dreams are just.. dreams.”
“But it was really realistic,” Taylor said nervously.
“Well, it was just a dream, Taylor. Why are you so worried about it?” Isaac asked, “Are you afraid you might actually like her or want to do with her whatever you two were doing in the dream?”
“No! It’s Kinsey!” Taylor huffed before getting control of himself, “I just don’t know how I’m going to look at her later today.”
“You’ll get over it, trust me. Now, go away. I’m tired,” Isaac ordered. Taylor just glared at him before walking out, wishing he could erase all of the images from his brain that involved Kinsey and hoping he could trust Isaac to keep this very sensitive piece of information to himself.