Bennet After Venice. (61/100)

'Love me, love me, say that you love me...' Klemey blinked then opened her eyes. She was in a white room, laying on the floor. She squinted her eyes and saw a light bulb on the ceiling, it was giving off a pink glow. She sat up and coughed, glitter that was in the air swirled around. "What the..." She murmured to herself. Music was playing somewhere in the distance, Klemey figured this out as the walls rang out with 'In my head, I see you all over me...' "Where am I?" Klemey asked out loud, this was definitely not the room she had fallen in. "KLEMEY!" A booming voice shook from behind her making her jump. "Oh my God!" Klemey said as she stood up and turned around. She almost screamed. Standing there was a giant grilled cheese sandwich, with legs and arms, it was what had said her name. "Oh my..." The grilled cheese took a step forward. "Sorry about scaring you...My name is Mac'Ched." Klemey shook her head again, and stared at it, it had eyes and a mouth. "Am I dead? Or crazy?" Mac'Ched laughed deeply. "No, no, Klemey I think you know what's going on..." Klemey gave him a confused looked. "I don't any place where talking grilled cheesy's exist so you're gonna have to help me..." Klemey said. "Klemey you fell, you hit your head..." Her eyes widened. "Am I DEAD?!?!?!" Mac'Ched threw his hand up to what Klemey could only assume was his forehead. "No, you're unconscious! Duh! Didn't you pay any attention in Psychology when Mr. Rosser taught you about the conscious levels?" The realization that this was one of those crazy dreams people have after fainting or falling came over Klemey. "I guess I let a certain hottie biscotti with a naughty body distract me...." Klemey smiled as she remembered that class....Mac'Ched ignored that, and walked over to a table that was in a corner and sat down on a chair. "So that's where the music comes from..." Klemey said as she followed Mac'Ched to the table and noticed a jukebox behind it. "Sit." Mac'Ched offered, she took the chair farthest away. She looked around the room, it was empty except for the table set and jukebox. The light bulb tinted the white walls pink and Klemey noticed how glitter seem to endlessly fall from the ceiling but never float down to the floor just circle in the air. "Wow, you know if we're in my head right now why couldn't we be in some beautiful forest or something? And why the hell are you a talking sandwich? I am never gonna be able to eat a grilled cheesy again...I swear..." Mac'Ched just shrugged his shoulders. "How am I suppose to know? This is your mind, I'm just a counterpart of your conscious...Hey, while we're talking about your mind, what's been on it lately?" Klemey crossed her legs, noticing she was wearing comfy jeans and a t-shirt instead of her club dress. "What's there to talk about?"
"Well, there's the kidnapping, your drinking, and the whole war with Matthew and the bimbo, as you call her...Just talk to me." He reached across the table and grabbed her hands. "I'm here for you." Klemey, despite the fact that she was holding a sandwiches hands felt comfortable and relaxed. "The kidnapping I can handle...I mean, yes, that was completely traumatizing. I was so afraid they were gonna kill us, but me and Matthew were saved and nobody was hurt..." Klemey stopped. Mac'Ched raised his eyebrows (turns out he had those too). "And what about the whole war with Matthew thing?" Klemey sighed and tried to sum up her feelings. "Well, I love him and always will...It's just after what we've said to each other I really don't see how we can go back to being what we were, as a couple, but I do want to be friends with him...I want to at least explain what happened in Venice...I don't want him to think I meant to hurt him. In my mind we were over 'cuz I had thought he cheated on me..." Mac'Ched just looked at her for a moment then said, "I think that instead of drinking your feelings away maybe, just maybe you should just talk to him. Without the cussing or yelling, probably best to do it when your both not drunk." Just then John Meyer's 'Say' began to play...Say what you need to say...Klemey thought about it, how simple it would be. "And even he rejects what you have to say at least you tired! Now...Let's talk about Landon..." Klemey rolled her eyes, this emotional outpour to a sandwich was just a bit much, even for a dream. "What is there to say...I haven't seen him since the wedding. He probably hates me. For all I know he thinks that I was using him in Venice while I had a real boyfriend here."
"Was that how it was?" Mac'Ched asked. "NO!" Klemey said offended. "God, no! When I met him at the time to me Matthew and me were done...So everything me and Landon had was real, not fake."
"Do you think there's still a chance between you and him?" Klemey scoffed. "Do you even have to ask that really?....No. I don't think so, he hates me of course...." Mac'Ched stood up. "Klemey you never know..." He held out his hand for her and she stood up. "Where are we going?" Mac'Ched just smiled. "It's time for you to wake up now....Just remember, talk to Matthew, see what happens, and lay off the booze..." He laughed to himself. "Well this was uniquely weird, but yes I promise to do those..." Everything began to get fuzzy and the music blurred and weakened. Mac'Ched who was waving grew dark and distant then turned into a faraway memory.

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"Klemey...Klemey...Klemey!" Klemey opened her eyes to see her date leaning over her. The throbbing in the back of her head was immediate. "Oww..." She sat up in the dark room. She was laying on a pile of now flattened cardboard boxes. "Are you okay?" Her date, whose name she just realized she didn't know, leaned down to her. The unconscious Gubler had been placed next to her. "Yeah...I fell..." He chuckled. "I can see that." She looked behind him. "Where's Angel and Rai?"
"That's what I'm going to find out...After you turned off the lights we ran but got separated . I couldn't find them so I came back this way and I saw you here..there's an exit right there..." He pointed behind her to a door marked exit. "Do you think you can handle getting him," He glanced at Gubler, "and you out of here while I go and look for Angel and Rai? He seems to be coming to..." He finished just as Matthew moved his head half an inch. "Yeah, yeah...I can do that, just go find them." He smiled and got up, as he walked out the door Klemey called out after him. "Hey! I'm sorry about how the night turned out!" He popped his head around the corner of the door. "No prob. this is definitely on my top ten most exciting dates ever!" He winked at her and was off before Klemey could even consider asking what his name was. "Haha." Klemey laughed to herself as she laid back unto the floor. "First I go on a date with a guy whose name I don't even know, and the cops chase us, then I get a therapy session from a sandwich, and now I'm laying in the dark with a drunk unconscious ex-boyfriend...This sucks" Klemey sighed. "I'm not that bad am I?" Matthew smiled groggily next to her.

...To Be Continued...