Chapter 5

Josie's pov:

I zoned out as the guys discussed the band stuff. It's cute as they all studied music for their GSCEs and I kinda just started myself. The guys were two years above me, but regardless, they're a crazy bunch and I love being friends with him. But our group has lost a valuable member and it feels weird without Lauren around. "Earth to Josie" Dylan said planting a kiss on my cheek. "Sorry, what?" I retorted confused by what's going on. "We were discussing our dreams and what we want out of life. Imagine if the band became huge" Dylan said resting his chin on his elbows. "Imagine the word DAMN! In glittering lights" Randy replied. "Performing in iconic venues like the O2 Arena" Dean said staring out into space. "What about you Josie?" Randy asked. My mind went into overdrive as he asked that. I actually had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Music was all I ever wanted to do but this dream is so far out of reach. "I dunno" I shrugged. "Guys, she only just started her GSCE's. She'll figure it out soon" Dylan said wrapping his arms around me.

Dean's pov:

Just watching Josie and Dylan made me miss Lauren even more. We could have been something and now my heart has been ripped apart. I don't know how I'll ever find love again. Then my mind trailed back to my dream and Randy's beautiful green eyes. "Randy?" I asked as he turned to face me. "Yes?" he replied. His eyes were beautiful, not gonna lie. I was slowly getting hypnotised looking at them. "Freeze frame! What happens next!" Dylan sniggered. I choked getting up. "I'm gonna start heading to class, got a bit of catching up to do" I lied getting out of there as quickly as possible. I was so confused about everything! I can't fall in love with Randy! He's like a brother to me!!

Randy's pov:

Well that was weird. It's like he couldn't get out of there fast enough. "I'll go make sure he's ok" I said getting up. I walked to the class where we're supposed to be in but there was no sign of him. Where could he be? Then it hit me.

I slowly made my way up to the secret location. And there he was just staring out into the London skyline. Him and Lauren came up here a lot to spend some time together. "Thought I'd find you here" I smiled slowly approaching him. In his hand he held a rose which was clutched tightly to his chest. "I'm so lost Randy. I need her back" he choked breaking down in tears. I let his head flop into my embrace as he quietly sobbed. In that moment, I didn't want to let him go. This bond getting stronger and stronger. Then it hit me. This bond, was love.

Dean's pov:

Another school day passed and I let Randy walk me home once again. "You're a good friend" I said fist pumping him. Randy was the brother I never had. We shared a friendship bond I don't have with Dylan. It's like in a way, the universe brought us together for a reason. We lean on each other. I was there for him when Daniel broke his heart and now he's there for me when Lauren perished. I entered the house and was greeted by shouting from the front room. "It was your son's fault that our daughter is dead!" I heard. Oh crap! Lauren's father was here. "Dean is that you?!" a voice boomed! Footsteps got closer and I was stood right in front of Lauren's father. Oh crap!

Abraham's pov:

"You looked me in the eye and promised that you'd keep our daughter safe!" he yelled at Dean. "Do not speak to my son like that! Leave my house this instant!" I snapped opening the front door as Dean ran up the stairs in hysterics! How dare he! "This isn't over Abraham!" Fredrick sneered storming out. I slammed the door shut taking a deep breath. I ran up the stairs to find Dean curled up on the floor in tears. "Hey shh, come here" I said taking my son in my arms. He was already hurting, he didn't need this right now. He cried for a few minutes before dragging himself up on the bed and hiding under the covers.

Dean's pov:

I could feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. All I've ever done after Lauren passed was cry and cry and cry. And I was exhausted. I just wanted her back. My body finally caved in and I was drifted off to another dimension.

Dean's dream

I was back at the fairground again and once again, looking at my sweet Lauren. She pointed towards a familiar figure before disappearing off. "Be true to yourself" her voice echoed as she disappeared. I stood there for a few seconds before approaching the figure. The figure suddenly became clearer as I got closer. "We're in this together Dean. I'm not going anywhere" Randy smiled placing his hand on my cheek. Without any warning, his soft lips crashed into mine. "I love you Dean" he said briefly breaking the kiss before continuing. I wanted to stop it but I couldn't. In a way, I liked it. I loved the way he tasted, the way he caressed me and the way he embraced me.

Dean's pov:

I woke up in a sweat panting, confusion hitting me like a ton of bricks. This is so wrong, I'm still grieving over Lauren but I can't stop thinking about Randy. Why was I feeling like this? I turned to look at the time. 4am. Well this is annoying, I won't be able to sleep now. I decided to get up and walk down into the kitchen. Maybe a light snack might help. As I made my food, my mind was constantly trailing back to my dream with Randy. Be true to myself. True to what? That I might be in love with my best friend? I'm not bisexual, am I? I got up and faced the window looking out into the garden. "A penny for your thoughts?" I heard a voice. I turned to see my mother smiling.

Rosa's pov:

"You know, it's not good to snack at this time of hour. But given the circumstances, I'll allow it" she teased nicking the other half of my toast. "Can't sleep either?" he asked almost choking. "No. These insane shifts are messing up my sleeping pattern. Anyway, I can see you something is on your mind. Talk to me" I finshed wrapping my arms around my son. I can clearly see that he's not coping with the grief.

Dean's pov:

My mother is right. There is something bothering me but it's not about Lauren. It's about me and who I am. My mother woudn't understand as she very conservative about her views towards homosexuality. But I thought I'd take my chances and see how she responds. I took a deep breath facing her. "I've been wondering about something for a while. Maybe it's the grief and maybe I'm confused, but I can't stop thinking about it" I stopped trying to compose myself. "Dean. Whatever it is, you can talk to me. I'm your mother" she smiled taking hold of my hand. I took another deepbreath. "I think I might be bisexual" I whispered.

To be continued...