Kudos to Kanki Youji for helping my story make gramarical sense. x3 I must seem like an idiot with all the corrections that had to be made. MAYBE NEXT TIME I'LL PROOF READ IT. xD

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Another day went by. It had been at least 24 hours since your panic attack. You spent all day with Matt. He was doing his best to help you overcome your fear of sweat and blushing because Mello had been on his ass all day about it.

"He can't do it because he's not afraid of anything. The most compassionate thing you'll get out of him is a 'Suck it up, sweat can't hurt you!' and he'll send you on your way," Matt was explaining.

You strained to listen, but you kept drifting away to a dream. You were in a beautiful white dress with a train twelve feet back. The dress had long lace sleeves and looked almost uncomfortably tight around your neck, but you didn't feel the discomfort. The train was silk and shining in the lights.

The church you were in was packed with people, all too close for comfort and sweating, but it was like that had no effect on you. You didn't even bat a fake eyelash. The place must have been air-conditioned, or maybe you weren't sweating? But the dress seemed to be made of heavy material that would certainly make you sweat, and you were probably blushing with all the eyes on you. You didn't think about it as you began down the isle.

You were in the middle isle, everyone's eyes on you. Music played from a deep organ at the front of the church, the happy tune without the words "here comes the bride". Out of the corner of your eye, you saw everyone's body turned towards you. You stared down at the bouquet which was filled with pink roses and baby's breath. You didn't want to cry, but you knew you would. However, no tears fell. You didn't notice.

Your usually tan skin was a pale white thanks to a shit load of make up, and your hair was down, which was rare for you. You usually kept it in a messy ponytail. The boys called it a "squirrel tail" because it was usually a tangled mess. In your dream, it was shiny and wavy, like a Disney princess'. Your eyes scanned the faces in the church. No one had a face. They were blurred, almost non-existent, but it was like that was the norm. You didn't care. You didn't notice anything was odd.

You walked toward the altar where a man stood with his arm outstretched toward you. However, you couldn't see his face. You continued walking toward the altar, short and slow steps matching the pace of the music so everyone could gasp and stare as you walked by. You walked up the few steps and stood on the altar, an overwhelming mixture of happiness and guilt overtook you.

"Are you asleep?" the man at the altar asked.

You groggily opened your eyes. Matt was leaning over you, frowning.

You wiped your drool on your arm. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry."

Matt sighed. "It's fine. You only dozed off for a few minutes. If you're that tired, maybe you should take a nap."

"No!" you exclaimed. "I'm fine." Looking back at your dream, the blurred faces were slightly scary. You didn't want that dream again, or another one like it. You wanted to overcome your silly fear.

"I did some research," Matt began, "and your fear means you're socially anxious." He didn't stop to ask whether you were or not. He knew he had hit the nail on the head. "So, we'll make you less afraid of social situations. We'll face our fears together."

You knew he was talking about his fear of being outside. "How?"

"Let's..." he took a deep breath. "go on a date."

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The next day, you were in a car, bouncing happily in the passenger seat. Matt sat behind the wheel, a smile on his face, a cigarette in his mouth.

"We're going to an amusement park," Matt announced.

You frowned. You didn't have the happiest memories of amusement parks. The rides were fun until the adrenalin rush made you break into a sweat.

"There are water rides, too, Hail. You'll be fine."

"Mmm."

Matt sighed and pulled into the park. It was huge and multicolored. You smiled at the thought of overcoming your fear. Your heart began to beat madly, and your pores let out a light sweat. You gasped.

And Matt kissed you.

It wasn't long and passionate. It was short and awkward. He pulled away, the kissed you again, slightly longer and much less awkwardly.

Then he muttered words that made you feel like you could overcome anything. He said, "Don't be afraid. I'm right here with you."

You forgot you were afraid of sweat, but not for very long. You blushed, coating yourself with a thicker coat of it. You began to hyperventilate, but Matt just helped you out and dragged you to the ticket booth where you got yellow wrist bands. The woman working there gave you a look as she stamped your hand, and before you knew what was happening, Matt dragged you to the first ride.

It went thirty-odd feet up and crashed into water. That would cool you down. It took a while before you got your turn, but that was alright. Matt hugged you close, and even though that made you sweat more, he wouldn't let go. Then it was your turn.

You got into the ride and began the journey upward. Then, before you knew it, you where rushing down and splashed into a wall of water. The two of you got off the ride laughing and dripping wet.

The next place you was a photo place. It wasn't a photo booth, but a large room where you could dress up in anything you want (provided that they had the costume for it) and get your picture taken for a ridiculous amount of money.

Matt threw something at you. A long white gown.

"I'm wearing this." He held up a tuxedo. "Get dressed."

You came out of the changing booth in a wedding gown. It had a long silk train and long lace sleeves. It was uncomfortable around the neck, but you didn't complain.

The man working there put a painted scene up behind you. The scene was an altar with pews of people looking to where the bride and groom were standing. There was a big organ to the left of the altar. The scene seemed so familiar, but you couldn't remember where you had seen it.

Then you saw Matt. He was in the tux, but he had kept his goggles on and his hair was messy. You giggled at how mixed up he looked. You walked over to him, tripping over the dress once. He laughed and held his arm out for you so you wouldn't trip again. You raised an eyebrow. You knew this was familiar. Why?

Matt grabbed you and pulled you up with him. "Smile," he whispered. Then a bright flash captured the moment.