"Grandpa! Iím home!" he called out as he walked into the house. "Nobody met me at the..." then his eyes fell upon a body lying there in on the floor, "door". His grandfatherís lifeless corpse in a pool of blood. He just stood there, in shock for a moment, before running. Then there came the flash, followed by the sound of the gunshot, and the searing pain. But instead of continuing to run as he did the day this actually happened, he turned around. And there was Tomas, his cousin, his friend, pointing a gun at him. He screamed.
Jonas sat bolt upright in his bed, panting as he looked around at his surroundings. He was still at the Songbirds, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He ran his hands through his sweat-slick crimson hair. He was trembling. Just when he thought the nightmares were starting to get better, the revelation of Tomas having orchestrated their grandfatherís murder had brought them back, with a few minor changes. Jonas rested his head in his hands as he tried to relax. These dreams were tearing him apart. He didnít even notice when the door to his room opened and someone walked in. Someone with shoulder-length wavy blond hair and fuzzy slippers on his feet. "Jonas? Are you all right? I heard screaming," Cory asked as he came closer to the bed. From the way he was breathing, heíd probably run into the room after hearing the noise.
Jonas looked up at his friend, "I didnít wake you did I?" he asked. Heíd already gotten Cory shot, he didnít want to make him loose sleep too. The blond just finished his short journey to the bed and sat down next to Jonas, looking at him with those intense, caring golden eyes. Jonas always felt calmer when Cory was there, calmer, yet strangely nervous all at the same time. "You didnít wake me," he said, "I couldnít sleep as it was." He swept some red bangs away from Jonasís emerald eyes and smiled kindly. The contact nearly caused Jonas to stop breathing. It was like earlier that night, when Cory had hugged him, for some reason this man made his stomach want to tie itself up in knots. "So what happened?" Cory asked, wiping away tears that Jonas hadnít even known heíd cried with his thumb.
Jonas found it very hard to speak, seeing as how his tongue was being uncooperative due to Coryís hand on his face. He finally managed to say, "I just had a nightmare, Iím fine."
"You want to talk about it?" Cory asked him, his hand still resting on Jonasís cheek. Jonas shook his head slightly. "All right," he said and began to stand up, but Jonas stopped him, grabbing hold of his hand. He sat back down and looked at the redhead, waiting to hear why he didnít want him to leave. But no verbal answer came, instead Jonas leaned over to him and pressed his lips to Coryís. ĎOh. My. God.í Was Coryís last coherent thought before his brain melted and his arms came up around Jonasís waist and his honey-hued eyes closed. Jonasís mouth opened slightly and he took the invitation, his tongue delving into the otherís mouth, tasting him. Oh god, he tasted better then chocolate, better then raspberry tea. He didnít want it to end, but there was that pesky little thing called Ďbreathingí. When they broke apart, Cory looked deep into Jonasís eyes and saw the fear there. Was he scared that heíd be disgusted with him? Never. Cory smiled and the fear disappeared from the redheadís eyes. "Iíve been wanting to do that forever," Jonas said, "I guess it took a nightmare to make my dream a reality."
"Maybe your luckís starting to change," Cory said before he captured the other manís lips in another soul searing kiss.