Just a reminder that this is still April 10th, and it's around 3-3:30 pm I suppose.

I open my eyes to a blinding white light and a frigid temperature.

"Tommy?" It takes me a second to realize that it isn't a light that I'm seeing but pristine snow, steadily falling in small flakes and piling onto the ground. I look around, seeing the snow covered trees with white bark.

'Where am I…?'

I hear a rustling to my right and turn to see what it is. Suddenly, a little girl steps out from a tree that can't be more than a mere two inches thick.

'How did she?...'

She giggles, flitting her long, black lashes. She's wearing a black leotard, black ballet slippers, a black hair bow, and a full, glittery, black tutu. Her outfit is chic and elegant, contrasting heavily against her fair, bone-white, seemingly porcelain skin. Her smooth blonde hair falls in ringlets around her face. She has beautiful blue eyes brighter than any I've ever seen, and her tiny but full lips are pulled into an innocent rosy pink smile, matching her rosy pink cheeks. She looks to be about seven or eight years of age.

She lifts her two dainty hands, one grasping a porcelain tea pot and the other holding two matching porcelain teacups. She walks over to me, handing me a cup. She takes a sip from her cup as she watches me intently.

"What are you drinking, there, baby?" I ask. She smiles innocently, holding up her pot. I hold my cup out to her as she tips the pot, beginning to pour out whatever is contained inside. As she tips the pot, millions of miniscule baby white spiders crawl out, crawling all over my arms and traveling along my body. I scream, dropping my cup and hitting myself rapidly, trying to make them fall off. My body is tingling with the feeling of spiders crawling around on me, but it suddenly disappears, and so do the spiders and the little girl with her tutu and tea pot. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

'Now, where did she run off to?'

I hear a loud, blood curdling scream from behind me and I spin around quickly. A dark red line runs through the snow, tainting its perfect appearance. I walk beside the line, trying to figure out what it leads to.

When I get to the end of the line, I see a young woman, about sixteen, who has the same flawless and fair skin as the tutued child, but this girl is completely naked. Her body is perfect—the body every girl would kill for. Her flowing blonde locks cascade down her back like a curled waterfall, stopping gently at her waist. Her eyes, like the child's, are a vibrant blue, wide with fear and pain. Her plump, pink lips are parted slightly, quivering gently. The young woman sits cross-legged on the frigid snow, slitting her wrists with a large carving knife. I gasp, seeing the dark red blood pool underneath her from multiple cuts on her arms, legs, and stomach. She looks at me, her expression as though the last few drops of blood she spills are the only amount keeping her alive. She looks worn yet still perfect.

She extends her arm, motioning for me to take her delicate hand, and I do. Just before my hand touches hers, she reaches forward and grabs my forearm, quickly pulling up her knife and slicing through half of my wrist, letting me bleed mercilessly. Blood begins to pool below me, rapidly flowing from my arm to the glistening snow. The flawless, pained girl then pulls harshly on my wrist, pulling my entire hand off of my arm and causing me to double over in pain and fall into the pool of blood. The thick blood is a lot deeper than it seems, and it seems to take me further down in ripples.

I'm completely engulfed by the blood as I swim frantically through it for air. I practically drown in it. I try to ignore the pain in my arm and body as I continue to swim through the thick liquid. After finally reaching the top of the pool of blood and retrieving fresh air, I am suddenly shot into the air. I land painfully on a block of solid ice, wincing as I reach my hand up to touch my face.

"My hand!" I shout, smiling and touching all over it to ensure that it is truly attached. It is. I sigh in relief, all pain fading away quickly. I examine my body and find that I am not even covered by blood or water. I look exactly the same as I did not too long ago. It confuses me highly, but I look past the fact, trying to figure out where I am at the moment. I look around and see nothing but ice, ice, and more ice.

'What the hell…'

I feel something tickling the back of my throat. I stand up slowly, coughing and clearing my throat to try to get rid of the nuisance. I open my mouth wide to cough, when suddenly I see something long and thin start to leave my mouth. I look down, keeping my mouth open as another long, thin object follows beside the first. Two more follow, then another two, then the last two. I watch in immense horror as a white, thin, foot-long spider walks slowly out of my mouth, dropping to the icy ground below me and scurrying around to regain itself. I cough harshly, spitting onto the ice multiple times. I rub my shirt sleeve all over my tongue until it feels raw, trying to shake off the feeling and idea of a giant arachnid making a home in my stomach and protruding from my throat.

I look down at the horrendous creature. It looks up at me with its six shiny, black eyes and screeches loudly. I cover my ears and squeeze my eyes shut in pain, reopening them to kick the spider across the ice. It slides a few yards away from me, falling flat. Regaining its balance, it begins to run angrily across the ice in my direction. My eyes widen in fear. Just a few inches before it pounces on me, it explodes into dust, flying off into the slight wind. I blink once tightly and rub my eyes, not sure of what I just experienced.

'WHERE THE FUCK AM I?'

I begin to run, not sure where I'm going, exactly. I run for a pretty long while before tripping on a completely random conch shell. In my effort to regain my balance, I fall backwards, landing on the shell and shattering it completely. I stand up, dusting myself off and looking at the destroyed shell. A small wind picks up, carrying the fractured shell and pulverizing it to ash. The ashes swirl around in a funnel, collectively gathering and piecing back together to become the small child from earlier. I gasp, seeing her covered in white spiders. Instead of the millions of baby spiders from before, she is now adorned with seven full-size, twelve-inch, full-grown spiders. Not only that, but she suddenly combusts and bursts into thick blue flames.

The child walks over to me, flames engulfing her every step. She extends her arms, showing the dozens and dozens of scars from cutting. A black tear slides down her cheek slowly, leaving a stained line like ink. I reach out to hug her when she is suddenly pulled through the ice like liquid by blood-red, muscular, spiked arms. Tears fall from my eyes as I collapse to my knees, squeezing my eyes shut and begging to be away from this horrific scene.

For a moment, the air is silent and completely void. Then, the temperature rises from frigid to humid in half a second. I slowly open my eyes, wiping away tears.

"Do not do that, Babyboy… You will ruin your eyeliner…" I look up to find Tommy standing in front of me, gazing at me sympathetically.

"Tommy… What just happened?" I ask. He kneels down and holds my face in his hands, kissing me lovingly before speaking.

"I created an illusion. A hallucination, if you will."

"A…hallucination? But, why?"

"You told me you were not afraid of me, so I gave you a reason to be afraid." I pounce on him, pushing him down onto the wet forest ground. He lands with an 'uhmpf'.

"Why the fuck would you do that to me, Tommy?" I ask, kissing him so hard he pushes on my chest to make me back off. I obviously don't back off, though; because I really need a large amount of affection after what he's just put me through.

"I told you that you should be afraid of me. You were the one who decided to be an idiot and not listen to me!" I roll my eyes and smack the back of his head harshly while kissing him thoroughly.

"That was some seriously freaky shit, Tommy…" He sighs.

"I know, I know…"

"Don't you think it might have been just a little bit too much? Because the giant spider crawling out of my mouth was pretty epic…" I glare at him facetiously, seeing in his eyes that he truly genuine about being sorry. I sigh, giving up on the argument and just letting him win.

"I am really very sorry, Babyboy… Will you forgive me? Please?" he kisses my cheek lightly and lays his head on my chest. I sigh.

"Yeah, yeah…" He smiles widely, kissing me over and over and over. I take his face in my hands and look him deep in the eyes. "Don't ever try to pull that shit again, got it?" He nods.

"I love you, Adam…"

"I love you too, Tommy…"

Time span of a week. It's now April 17th.

"Hey, Adam… May I tell you something? It's kind of personal…" Ryan asks. I grab a bottle of juice from the fridge and sit cross-legged beside him on the couch.

"What's up?" He twiddles his thumbs, biting his lip. I put my hand on his knee in comfort.

"Ryan, you know you can tell me anything." He looks down at my hand on his knee nervously. I remember how uncomfortable he may be at the moment so I remove my hand and put it in my lap.

"No, it's okay. I don't mind…" I laugh, but it fades as I start realize what it is he's trying to tell me. I open my mouth to speak, but Maru suddenly runs around the corner of the couch and jumps onto our laps, licking all over our hands and faces.

"Maru!" I exclaim, laughing and gently pushing him away. runs around the corner of the couch and jumps onto our laps, licking all over our hands and faces.

"You silly puppy…" Ryan says quietly. I look to him and smile genuinely. He just looks at me blankly.

"I understand, Ryan..."

"Do you, really?" I sigh.

"What exactly is it that you're trying to tell me, Ryan?"

"I just… really wanted to confess something that I've been meaning to—"

"Adam!" Ryan is interrupted by Tommy, who walks through the door holding a bag of dog food for Maru.

"Oh, Tommy!" I scoop Maru up into my arms and walk over to Tommy, setting Maru and two metal bowls on the floor. Tommy opens the dog food bag and uses a cup from the cabinet to scoop some into the bowl. I fill the other bowl halfway with water from the sink. Maru quickly eats the food like he has never had a meal in his entire short life span.

"Nom nom nom," Tommy says, laughing and intertwining our fingers. I laugh and reach over to kiss his cheek lightly, licking his face slightly. His face goes blank in annoyance. I laugh, touching my finger to the bottom of his chin and starting off a kiss by sticking my tongue down his throat, then closing it off with my mouth. He smiles into the kiss, letting the dog food bag drop to the floor. He takes a step forward, grasping my chin with his thumb and index finger. He shoves my tongue out of the way with his. I break away from the kiss to catch my breath.

"Tommy, please!" I say, laughing and kissing him again. He laughs with me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

"I love you," he says in between the kiss.

"And I love you…" I say, suddenly remembering Ryan sitting not too far away from us. I break off the kiss and look over to Ryan sheepishly.

"Sorry…" Tommy and I say in unison. Ryan smiles slightly.

"It's fine. I don't mind."

"Yes, you do, Ryan," Tommy accuses. "You are a homophobic."

"I used to be, but now I have changed, I promise!"

"Oh, really? One day you are screaming at Adam to stop his gay shit, then the next day you suddenly do not mind if he puts his hand on your knee? What the hell is up with you?"

"I'M GAY, OKAY? I'M A FUCKING FAG! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? DAMN!" Ryan explodes.

"Yes, I am," Tommy retorts. I stride over to Ryan and hold his face in my hands. I look him straight in the eyes and press my lips against his harshly, moving with his, slipping my tongue through his teeth. I shove my tongue down his throat and all around his mouth, pulling him closer. He sits there and takes it happily. When I break off the kiss, he leans forward slightly to keep it going. I laugh and kiss him heavily again, slipping my tongue through his teeth again, making him smile.

"Holy shit, Adam…" I smirk, walking back over to Tommy and kissing him lightly before taking his hand and walking with his out the door, heading to the abandoned dorm wing for an afternoon of sheer heaven.