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Dreaming/ Dream on~ Dreamer style...

Summary:
Delia now has her own point of view now! origins from Charmingal's: Dreaming With Tolley, hilry, lex and looney already in forks. Delia, Catkin and Tasha set off to meet them. but nothing is EVER simple is it? no. WARNING: may contain traces of vampire, wearwolf, phycologicaly scared/insane characters and moonsugar!


Notes:


1. Airports

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Dreaming.

Strange cities, people.

Beaches, desert islands.

Harmony

Past or future.

Present.

Tasha and Catkin’s muffled voices, arguing.

I sighed as I pulled myself out of my dream and tugged my hood off my head.

“-Were still at the airport!” Catkin snapped impatiently.

“Oh yeah we are” Tasha was, bored. Better lighten the mood.

“God Tash, I thought you where supposed to be good at travelling.” I said sleepily.

"I am good! I just don't like waiting" Tash insisted

"We wouldn't have to wait if we hadn't missed the plane with the others"

Oh good lord! Lardy, Coffee, CAKE! (I make a point of not swearing, so instead say many things of no relation.) They where probably glaring at each other now.

I didn’t bother checking.

Instead I let them carry on with their glaring match for a minuet before playing peacemaker and suggesting we put our bags onto the plane.

Nodding grudgingly they both put their arguments to one side and their bags in front.

Thinking back I guess we must have looked pretty odd.

Catkin leading the way as she always does when she’s being huffy and scary; Tasha pushing her trolley with a big pink blob of a kayak; and me in typical gear of skinny jeans and hoodey looking and feeling incredibly paranoid.

“Taaaash? They’re all looking at us…” I look around. I never like crowds especially when they all look at you. Tash muttered something to me and grinned manically at passing people.

I sighed, again.

Well might as well add to the Looney parade!

I grinned manically to mach Tasha and said in a reasonably loud voice.

“Can we eat them?”

I wonder why I said that…

It worked though and soon Tash and me had plenty of room to walk.

Finally Tasha and I caught up to the infuriated Catkin, to find her fury-less.

I let my mind drift off a bit, while Tash and Cat decided where we’re going.

Catkin says something sounding like a question. I didn’t listen, so I just nodded instead.

****

Security was fun!

So many strange machines beeped when I went near them.

The beeping woke me up properly, so I was feeling cheerful and bouncy when I got out; seeing Tasha and Catkin, I grinned and began to plan my attack….

“Tatashie!” I screamed jumping on Tasha, causing her to collapse under my hug. Interesting things should always be started with something seemingly innocent.

“Look what Catkins trying to hide from us!” I point at Catkin who is trying to block a particular shop from our view. Moonsugar. This would defiantly make our trip more interesting.

***

Catkin got the window seat, which was a pity because she was wasting it.

Se wasn’t even looking out.

Tasha nicked the aisle seat, leaving me wedged between the two of them.

I sighed as we took off.

Picking up one of my moon sugar packets, I tipped the contents into my mouth; hoping it could still make me forget where I was and what I was doing.

It worked.

**

My brain managed to work again.

I had taken enough moonsugar to remember what’s happening only once!

Something was wrong.

Catkin had that look again.

So just as we left the plane I decided it was time I took one more tube.

Anything I said wouldn’t be helpful at this point, may as well forget it.

*

Thinking. Tricky stuff.

Rational thinking… well lets just say I’ve not managed it recently.

Moonsugar doesn’t help.

I’m thinking now and I have a vague idea of what’s happening.

Tasha is yelling.

It’s scary.

Catkins staring.

Also scary.

I’m hungry.

Swinging my head around I notice a small shop smelling of food.

Pulling on Catkin’s sleeve I rub my stomach and point at the shop.

Cat agrees and we head over.

She staring at some boys… I wonder…