After an exhausting hour of cleaning the dishes, John Dee was finally ready to get some sleep before he had to go to class. It was about 3 o'clock Monday morning, and the aftermath of John's mother's party had finally been cleaned up. His mother was already asleep, she had to wake up about an hour before John to start work as a car saleswoman.
Even with the excuse of having to wake up earlier than him, John felt a little bit angry that he was the one left with the burden of cleaning up the house after Mrs. Dee's party. He wasn't even allowed to invite any of his friends over and he was forced to hand out drinks to all the drunken partygoers. There was nobody there his age, his mother and all the guests were about forty years old. The thought of finally getting some sleep put John's anger to rest, and a few minutes later he cleaned his teeth and got into bed. Within a few moments he was asleep.
Dreams shifted and formed... and John found himself in a park. Alone. Except for two beautiful women sunbathing in their bikinis. In this strange dream world the sky switched between days and nights very fast, one moment it would be day-time, the next it was night-time. John considered walking up to the women but anxiety got the better of him... he knew he was dreaming but it still seemed so scary. A man's voice boomed behind him.
"So, you're too scared to approach those fine ladies I placed there so kindly for you?"
John swirled around to see a tall man, at least seven feet tall, in a pink suit with a pink top-hat to go with it. He had a black moustache and seemed to be middle-aged. His brown eyes were charismatically piercing and he stared at John.
"I d-don't ... I don't know what I'ld say, and I wouldn't want to interrupt them."
The tall man just laughed.
"You want girls to love you don't you? All men do. I really must get going but I'll make a deal with you, ask for a girl's number tomorrow and I will let you choose any girl you desire."
John looked back at him sceptically.
"But this is all a dream, I don't get how t-"
"Quiet! Do you we have a deal or not?
"Okay", said John, he was a little creeped out.
A song started, first the noises were far away and then it got louder... John's alarm. The tall man smiled, and the dream faded out and slowly John regained his senses, he was lying in his bed listening to his annoying alarm clock screaming at him to wake up.
'What a weird dream', thought John, 'Fuck I hate Mondays.'
Slowly John got out of bed, tired beyond belief, he could barely register what was happening... he had only got two hours of sleep. One moment he was eating cereal, the next his mother was yelling at him from across the house to take out the trash, then he was cleaning his teeth.
'I've got to get to my two classes, give Matt the $10 I owe him, submit my assignment, buy some milk and get back home in time to get rested for the mathematics exam tomorrow... Jesus, it's going to be a long day,' he thought.
John finished cleaning his teeth and headed for the door.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" He heard his mom say loudly.
John turned to see Mrs. Dee staring him down, her hands on her hips wearing her black night gown. Even though she was forty years old she was often mistaken for being in her late-twenties. She stood at five foot eight inches... with decent sized breasts and an amazingly curvy ass. Although John would never admit it.
"...What?" Mumbled John as he rubbed his eyes.
"The trash. Take it out. Now." Demanded his mother.
John groaned, grabbed the trash and shuffled towards the door to go outside.
"Quickly now! You're going to be late, and don't forget the milk!"
John disposed of the trash and walked down the street, the birds were chirping and the sun was out. Today was not very windy, which was a nice change from previous days in the week. John saw a pretty blonde wearing a red dress walking down the street, she wore a red skirt with a white shirt, with bright red lipstick... although she looked like she was in her thirties. As John walked towards her he immediately remembered his dream he had. John wondered if he should talk to her.
'Should I... no no no, she's too old for me. It was just a dream.'
They locked eyes for a split second before John looked down at his feet, and a second later they had passed each other.
John got on the bus, it was Mr Davis the blind bus driver again. Of course he wasn't completely blind but there was a local media controversy a few years ago about his poor eyesight and many people experts believed he shouldn't be allowed to drive. However the local council assured him he could still work, after he had a mental break down and threatened to commit suicide if he couldn't drive his bus. But that was years ago, and he's never crashed a vehicle in his lifetime so John felt relatively safe.
There was nobody on the bus but one other person. An attractive brunette... an attractive young brunette that is. She hadn't seen him yet and was just looking out the window. John gulped and considered approaching her, but noticed she had earphones in.
'She's listening to music... holy shit I can't talk to her, she wouldn't even hear me. Or she'ld pretend not to hear me. Maybe she really likes the song she's listening to right now.'
So John sat alone on the bus. He had always been socially awkward so talking to girls he didn't know on the bus seemed way out of his comfort zone. He had a few friends but deep down they hated having John around, John was just a confused, bumbling, socially-retarded pain. The worst moments were when they were around girls with John, John would embarrass them because he just couldn't talk to girls in a normal way. He stuttered even more than usual when he was around them and couldn't look them in the eye for more than a split-second. John was clearly a virgin, anyone who had spoken to him for a few seconds knew that. He was so inexperienced he hadn't even hugged a girl.
After about a ten minute bus ride John had arrived at class. He walked past lots of girls, there wasn't a single guy in sight for the first few minutes, John had literally walked past hundreds of attractive girls, some were standing still, some were walking around, some alone and some in groups. He barely even considered talking to any.
'It'ld look weird. The last thing I need is everyone thinking I'm some kind of creep.'
John's first class was a blur, it was a miracle he didn't fall asleep. This was his mathematics class with Mr Jeffries, the class he had an exam for. John struggled to stay awake but knew he had to focus on his exam for tomorrow. An hour later the class ended, Mr Jeffries winked at John.
