disclaimer: don't own don't sue (except the song)

thoughts

dreams

Alone in the park i take your hand

Tell you that i cant be your man

You do as you would

You call me a hood

He thinks he's dreaming, But he's not sure. Everything has a kinda funny feeling to it, Like a light mist. The swings sway in the slight wind as if awaiting the the children that will come in the day. The ghost of laughter floats on the air.

Sitting on a picnic table, the moonlight glowing in the soft red highlights of her hair. A small smile and misfit in her eyes. His Pretty Kitty pulling a small box out of his pocket. He opens it slowly and kneels in front of her. He asks and she laughs at him. His sweet dream shatters into a thousand pieces.

Pulling himself awake Lance looks over at his bet side table. Looking back at him her face smileing is none outher then Kitty Pride. In a fit of rage he picks up the blasted photo and tosses it recklessly at the trash, frame and all. The words " Your nothing but a hood" won't stop running through his head. His stomach flips he gets up and rushes to the bathroom and begins to empty the contents of his stomach. About the time he came to the decision that the solution was defiantly not at the bottom of a bottle. Cool hands pulled his hair out of his face.

"Hey-man-its-OK-just-let-it-all-out-I'm-right-here." Came the quick but oddly soothing voice from behind him. When he finished, a cool glass of water appeared at his elbow. Brothers not by blood but by the fate. Shared a look on the bathroom floor at 2am, and the older one realised that the family that found him will always mean more then some chick. They all loved and depended on each other more then anyone on the outside would know, And drinking like this was letting them all down. What me and Kitty had was a dream. Once your awake your dreams cant hurt you.