Author's Note: So this a drabble series I'm doing. So, I hope you all like it. :))

BTW: It's a Trent & Courtney fic. Just saying. Don't like. Don't read. Simple.

"Things can't be perfect, all the time, that I know."

-Armor for Sleep

I woke up and sighed. I had one of THOSE dreams again. The ones where I think they're real, but in reality they aren't. She is still with him and not with me. I really wish that she would realize that he isn't good for you. But you don't, you don't realize that I am the better man. That I can make you happier than he could. You don't. I know we're friends, but being friends isn't good enough for me. I want you to be mine. I know that sounds obsessive and possessive, but I just cannot stand the fact that he is with you when I'm clearly more of a man than he'll ever be. I don't know what attracts you to him. I just wish that you would find all that and more in me.

I got up and walke sluggishly to the bathroom and ran my slender hands through my black tussled hair. I ran the sink and brushed my teeth, all the while thinking of you. Ever since we established that we were best friends, I wanted more. I wanted you in ways that friends shouldn't want other friends. It was new to me. Feeling those kinds of feelings for someone as such as you. So I kept them bottled up. I felt bad, for feeling something more than just friends. All the while, knowing that you were seeing someone else. I began thinking of ways how I could get your boyfriend out of the picture. I really did. But, I knew deep down inside that you wouldn't like that me. Then when we used to go to movies, just us two, I started seeing you in my dreams. Dreams where it just used to be just you and I. Me and you.

It's funny how things work out, where the ones that we need don't even know that we're there. I feel as though you only talk to me now-a-days is because of the fact that we're supposed to be best friends. If I were that sand and you were the ocean, the moon would be why you're pulled to me. I can't seem to get my dream out of my head. The one where it's just you and me. You and I. Me and you. I wish I could stay sleeping because then I know that in there it will always be just me and you. No one else. Because no one else matters.

I walk in my closet, grab a pair of pants, a shirt, and throw them on. I run downstairs to meet you at the door because I know that you're waiting. Like you always do. And with each step my heart pounds louder and louder. I always knew you'd make a home in my heart. As I get closer, I hear my heart beating in my ears. I don't even process what my dad is saying as I open the door and see your smiling face.

It's just you and me. Nothing else exists. Nothing matters because right now the only thing I care about is that somewhere in my dreams this came true. So I smile when I see your smiling face. And it grows even wider when you say my name.

"Hey Trent." And I take a step out my house without a word to my father and greet you.

"Hey Courtney." You smile and we make our way to the school.

I wake up and think dreams are real. Because in my dreams it's just like this. You and me. Me and you. You and I. Trent and Courtney. And all I ever want to do is just dream some more. Let me sleep some more.

DREAM noun:

a series of thoughts, images, or emotions occurring during sleep.