Dream
Something told him he was dreaming. Okay a lot of somethings told him he was dreaming. Like the kaleidoscope floor that shifted patterns every five seconds and the very active balloon animals. But the biggest hint that he was dreaming was the girl standing in front of him. Sure he would see and had seen her while he was awake, but never alone. And as far as he could tell as he looked around the brightly colored room they were definitely alone (unless you counted the balloon animals which he did not.) In the real world her brother would never LET them be alone.
"Gemma?" He asked hesitantly.
She smiled shyly, "Hello, Flynn."
"I'm asleep, aren't I?"
She grinned and nodded, "But don't worry you'll probably be up soon."
He smirked and draped an arm around her shoulders, "Well as long as I'm here why don't you and I have a little fun?"
"What kind of fun?" Gemma asked.
"The kind that might make things a little awkward for me when I wake up," He said with a wicked grin.
Gemma blushed and chuckled, "Oh, that kind of fun."