I have no idea where the hell this idea came from… the title is like the song Sweet Dreams from Beyonce but with a wierd twist.

Rated T to be safe. Don't know if it should be M.

Not too strong… If I should boost it up to M please tell.

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Wet Dreams

At a point in his life, every teenage boy experiences a wet dream. It's a simple, normal step into one's life at becoming an adult. There's nothing weird or embarrassing about it. It's normal. Usually boys begin having them at around the age sixteen or seventeen, others go as early as fifteen. A wet dream is when a boy has a dream, usually erotic, and it causes him to ejaculate while asleep. Some boys even make noises during them. But there is simply nothing to be ashamed of it.

That is, if it doesn't occur during English class.

He hadn't slept all night. Worried he would do awful on the SATS kept him up studying until his eyes ached. He just didn't realize that was literally impossible unless some toxic was applied to them. Being tired was different then an ache. When you're tired, your eyes feel like a thousand pounds worth of pressure are applied to your lids. When your eyes ache, they hurt and burn and you feel like the world is ending. But what he was simply experiencing was tiredness. He promised he would only sleep if they hurt. It didn't hurt. He kept writing down the formulas until he remembered it all…

Slope Point intercept form:: Y-Y1 = M (X-X1) M= Slope.

Y=Y intercept

Y axis.

Slope Standard form:: Ax + By = C

Slope Intercept Form:: Y= Mx + B

Vertical Intercept: Undef --

Yawn.

He dropped his pencil at the spine of the book and closed it carefully. He crossed his arms over his book and slowly laid his head on it. Going into a deep…calm…dark…so beautifully sweet sleep --

BING vibrate BING vibrate. He opened his eyes in agony and let out an irritated groan. He dropped his soar arm on the desk and searched for his cell phone without looking up. After a few seconds, he found it next to his Physics notebook and looked at it. His alarm had gone off.

"Ugh."

He lifted his head, which felt like a sack of flour, and decided it was time to get ready for school.

Oh joy.

~**~

"As most of you hooligans may know, Shakespeare wrote Romeo and Juliet, probably the only book you know that was written by him." Mrs. Stevenson, Freddie's English teacher, muttered the last part to herself but almost everyone heard it, "And can anybody explain to me William's life chronologically?" Silence. She rolled her eyes, "We talked about this yesterday."Silence. Not even Freddie, who was resting his head on his desk (about to fall asleep), raised his hand.

"…he was born in…?" She tried giving the class hints. Somebody pooped a bubble loudly. Freddie's eyes drifted to the only possible destination, diagonal from him.

Sam.

She popped another piece of her Hubba Bubba gum. Freddie's eyes drifted down her body. He never really observed her body before. It was so…nice. Her fingers tapped on the table, her legs resting on the book rack under the seat in front of her, her black and red converse tapping. He followed her arms, traveling up to her perfectly formed chest. He wondered when she got those two perfectly round breasts. He continued looking, starring down her stomach, she was so curvy.. and when he got to her ass…

Oh. My. God. Freddie mouthed to himself.

Scratch that, she was gorgeous.

"Samantha, please pull your hood down. You know perfectly well that that's against the school dress code." the teacher's nasally voice echoed around the room and Freddie was brought back down to earth. Sam annoyingly pulled down her hood, revealing her beautiful blonde locks.

Freddie quickly looked away as he saw Sam look at him from the corner of her eye. He starred at the other juniors, some sophomores, and realized that a few of them looked like they were about to go to sleep…

Sleep…Freddie whispered as he cozily nuzzled into the corner of his arm.

Soon, he was brought into a world of nothing but complete darkness and tranquility.

Until he began to dream…

The room was dark. The only light was the one coming in through the balcony window. The room was cold, but at the same time hot, and somehow, too hot. The sounds of moaning, one female and one male, came from the distance.

There were two teens under the covers on his bed. The unknown couple were moving in synch with each other, at a constant speed, in a same pattern. Back…and forth. It continued for a few moments.

Suddenly, you were able to see the two faces as the cover was pulled back behind her head. She was on the bottom. And they both gasped as the air, from which they couldn't find, finally entered their lungs. He lifted himself carefully as their rhythm began to slow down drastically, as if saving the big moment for later. He rested both his arms on the side of her head as he looked down at where they're bodies were meeting in places they never thought possible.

Their sweat mixing together. He continued the movement for them, slowly, causing pleasure for both. She bit her bottom lip as she wrapped her hands behind his head, bringing his head closer to hers, so she could have access to his soft lips. When she captured him in a soft kiss. He was hitting all the right spots and tension around his abdomen was going crazy, out of control. He responded softly, "…ooo Sam." it came out so tender and quietly that she needed to ask him what he had said. But the pleasure made it come out differently than expected…

"Mmm…? Yeeeaaa..." He rested his forehead against hers and looked up into her eyes. The tension was unbearable. It was building up so much…it was so Damn hot. The pressure of their bodies colliding, and the heat bounced off their skins.

"…god." he whispered as his eyes rolled back in his head and he closed them. It felt So Good.

How was it so possible, for the most beautifil act two people who were in love could do, could feel so fanatical, passionate, crazy, wild…extreme.

The sounds of their moans and groans…whimpering from Sam, increased as his climax came closer…closer… He gasped as his eyes opened suddenly and he grabbed Sam's head with his right hand, forcing it into his chest. He continued moving in and out of her. There was absolutely no way they could get any closer than they were at this moment.

So freakin' close…

"…Freddie." her tone came out warning. Her voice sounded hoarse and wavering, as if she was almost crying from the bliss and enjoyment, filled with euphoria and unbearable pleasure.

"..jee--eez, Sam. So--" he was there, "there. Yes. Sam, yea..uhuh." he whispered lovingly into her ear.

Her response was almost the same but it started to sound so distant…as if she was moving away. Disappearing.

Gone.

"Yea..Sam, uhuh…" his erotic groans echoed through the class, followed by chuckles and whispering students. Freddie began to peak in through his eyes as he saw a bright white light. He continued opening them, not caring if the brightness of it burned his corneas.

Lifting his head off the desk, he was met with a fuzzy image of an angry mid-aged woman. He rubbed his eyes quickly to clear his image. Mrs. Stevenson. He looked around. Everyone was starring at him laughing and with raised eyebrows. Confusion built inside him.

He looked towards a certain blonde. She was beat-red and looked like she wanted to crawl up in a whole and die.

"Wha--?" he was so confused that it was mentally killing him. That was, until the obvious hit him, "Oh, no…" he brought his hand to his head in embarrassment.

"Now if you're done with your little…outburst," Mrs. Stevenson looked down at him in shock and anger. Freddie bit his bottom lip and looked down at his lap. He saw her turn to the kid behind him, "Ryan. If you could explain to Freddie the assignment…" with that she walked back to her class. Everyone continued starring at Freddie. He was now a crimson red color. He turned around in his seat to stare at Ryan, a kid Freddie only talked to when he asked Freddie for his homework to copy.

"The assignment?" Freddie asked quietly, still dazed from the most crazy dream he had ever experienced and the overwhelming embarrassment. The kid was smirking and looked like he wanted to laugh. Freddie gave him a death glare and Ryan suddenly became serious again. He cleared his throat.

"Right, uhm…" Freddie saw Sam from the corner of his eye and Ryan's voice began to drift away. She was looking down at her lap, and was she…smiling? Freddie frowned then turned back to Ryan who was explaining, "and she put us into partners." Freddie raised an eyebrow.

"Partners?"

Ryan nodded slowly. He looked like he wanted to laugh again. Freddie really didn't want to be partners with anybody. It would be way too awkward for him to face his classmates. Especially if it was someone he knew…he gulped, "Who--who's my partner?" He saw Ryan smile and motion his head to the other side of the class.

Freddie slowly closed his eyes and kept whispering please no please no please no when he turned around, a certain blue-eyed girl was turned in her seat towards them.

"…so…uhm…any…" she couldn't look him directly in the eye. Shaky breath. "…ideas?"

Freddie closed his eyes tightly and groaned.

'WHY ME?!?!?!'

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Sam and Freddie's relationship was never the same.

But the dream he once experienced, soon became a reality.

Sometimes dreams do come true.

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THE FREAKIN' END