"What a shame," Clarisse said, "You're not in love with anyone"

"Yes I am"

"It doesn't show"

"I am, so very much in love" He tried to conjure up a face to fit the words, but there was no face. " I am" . . .

Montag sits there, in his bed, just thinking. What does she mean I'm not in love? I so very am! I love Mildred. He thinks to himself, What does she know? She's just a 17 year old girl. She wouldn't know the meaning of love, But then again, what is love? He ponders on this question as slowly drifts off to sleep

In his dream...

Clarisse was sitting on a plain field full of dandelions. She had on a beautiful white laced dressed that complements her close to white blonde hair and her light blue eyes. She was simply beautiful. With chipper, kind of hapiness to her she calls out to him. " Montag, Montag" her voice fades. He had a smile on his face, " What is new today, Clarisse? Seen anything new? Pondered on anything, interesting? Read any good books?

" Books?"

"Yea, You have to have acquired books in order to know as much as you do."

Silence.

" Didn't you? "

Silence. And everything turned black.

What if she did have books. He, as a fireman would have to burn her books and then what? He'd lose the best thing, he was afraid to admit, ever happened to him. She opened his eyes to a world he has never seen before. Can he actually say that he kind of loved her? No, that's pedophilia. The girl is only 17. He was 30. It probably wasn't the love she had in mind. Maybe as a friend or so. Ugh, why am I thinking about this stuff? I'm married, I have Mildred. I have Mildred. I HAVE Mildred. Or did he really have Mildred? Once he really thought about this, he doesn't remember how'd they met. What a shame... You're not in love with anyone. HER words shrouded his mine into an abyss of misfortune. I'm in love... I'm not in love... am I in love? He buries his head into his pillow for the night.

Mildred wakes him up that morning.

" Good Morning, had a good rest? " she was reading over her transcript.

" Yes, quite fine."

" That's good."

" Yea, Hey Mildred?" He stops. He takes a good look at her. Her eyes were dead. Not the same enthusiasm as Clarisse gave him that night.

" Yes Montag?"

" When did we first meet?"

" Oh um. . . " She stops. " I don't remember, it has been so long ago..."

"10 years... "

" Oh, its been that long? " She smiles and eats a piece of toast.

Its been that long? Its been that long? 10 years is not a long time, Montag thought. He looks at her.

"Oh. " The morning continues.

That night, Clarisse and Montag were together again, sitting down. Clarisse looked a little.. different today, almost, pretty. He gives a conservative smile. It was genuine compared to when he usually smiled. He had never felt that much content before. This girl... who was she? Simply amazing. Its only been 3 days since they first met, and Montag learned more in that period of time that he would've in 12 years of schooling in front of a Film teacher who didn't really care whether the class was learning a lot at all.

" Montag, " she began. "What happens when we die? Is it just like sleeping? Except we don't wake up.. Is there an afterlife? Does your soul live on? Does your life really flash before your eyes like it's said to? It's something everyone wonders about but doesn't really want to find out. No one will ever really know for sure, but it's fun to wonder about it, I guess"

" Yea, I guess.. " But he know's what happens when people die, there's the big machine, with the eyeball, and the handy men. He saw it, he was there, when Mildred died.

" I wondered what would happened if I would die. " She giggles, " You wouldn't miss me too much right?"

"What?"

" Haha, oh nothing... " she plays with the dandelions again.

Montag looks at her. Clarisse looks at him. He smiles, she smiles.

( Hey, Ricky here. Stopping this Chapter here. Because... um... So anyways. Check out Next time. Some more stuff at hand ya know. Well ok I love you buh-byee)