DREAMY

[A/N]

yall keep asking me to do a courfeyrac one so here it is

the plot was requested by someone but for the life of me i can't remember who? tell me if its you and ill mention u

this is a modern au btw

sorry, this one's a lil short

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I smiled over at Courf, my best childhood friend, as we made our way down the halls of the town's movie theater. He had been distant lately with his political group meetings, so he decided to make it up to me by taking me out to the movies.

He bought the tickets, refusing to tell me which movie we were going to see. I thought it was because he was taking me to see some horror movie that would give me nightmares for weeks, but as we approached our cinema, I raised an eyebrow at the movie poster.

"A rom-com?" I had always loved romance movies, but Courfeyrac hated them with all his heart. I tried to make him watch one with me, and he spent the whole night fake-gagging, so I learned my lesson from that experience.

Courf rubbed the back of his neck, grinning. "Well, I know how much you love movies like this. I'm willing to suffer if it makes my best friend happy."

The words 'best friend' gave my heart a small twinge. I loved hanging out with Courfeyrac, but I wished we could be more than just friends.

He held the door open for me and gave a small smile before walking into the dimly lit theater. We found our way to our seats and sat down right as the previews started. Courf often got bored during commercials and ended up flicking popcorn at me to see how many I could catch in my mouth. It was four in a row until Courf made a bad throw and made me lose my streak.

Finally, the movie started and I curled up in my seat, staring up at the big silver screen. When the leading lady appeared on the television, Courf leaned over the armrest and whispered in my ear, "She's hot."

I giggled and shoved him away. "Is that all you care about?"

He scoffed. "Don't you scold me, you and I both know you're making goo-goo eyes at the guy."

I paused. He had a point. Courf smirked triumphantly at my lack of a comeback and leaned back in his seat, continuing to watch the movie.

About halfway through, Courf leaned on my shoulder and dozed off. I didn't expect any less. I knew he thought these movies were boring, but it warmed my heart to think that he would miss out on the new action movie in the theater that everyone was talking about to make me happy.

Over the years, I had discovered that Courfeyrac talks in his sleep. It was usually just incoherent mumbles, but occasionally he would murmur something about what he was dreaming about. Most of the time, it didn't make the least bit of sense, but this time, his soft whispers caught my attention.

"Mmmm... y/n," he said softly. My eyes widened and I stiffened, blushing heavily. Courf must have felt my shoulders jolt up because his eyes suddenly snapped open. "Y/n?" he whispered groggily, rubbing his eyes.

"Y-Yeah?" I stuttered, staring straight ahead at the movie screen, not daring to look at him out of fear that he'd see how much I was blushing.

"I was talking in my sleep again, wasn't I?" he asked, laughing softly.

I smiled and nodded, biting my lip. "Yeah. Yeah, you were."

Courfeyrac's face fell and he suddenly became very nervous. "You- You didn't hear anything, did you?"

"I- um... No. No, I was too focused on the movie and you were talking too quietly." He let out a breath of relief and nodded, placing his head back in the crook of my neck. I blushed softly as he brought a hand up and played with my h/l h/c locks.

I kept thinking about the dream Courf had. So, he was dreaming about me. It wasn't like he had any control over his dreams, though, so it probably didn't mean anything. But then again, there was science supporting the fact that dreams relate directly to your desires in your real life. Was Courf starting to return the feelings I'd had for him since the fourth grade? Or did this really mean nothing at all?

What the dream meant, I didn't know. All I knew is that Courfeyrac and I were sitting in the middle of a dark movie theater, snuggling up next to each other, Courfeyrac playing with my hair, and me getting a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest and butterflies in my stomach.

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