Me and Deuce were kissing in my bedroom when my bedroom door opened. Standing there with tears falling down her face was Cleo.
"HOW COULD YOU?" She screamed. I don't know who it was aimed at but probably me.
"She tricked me! She said you hated me. I wanted to get back at you. She doesn't mean anything to me." Deuce said.
Deuce immediately went to Cleo and kissed her. She seemed happier when they broke apart. I was falling apart but I didn't want Deuce to see me cry. "Deuce, please stay. Cleo is only with you because she doesn't want anyone else to have you!" I said. "You're lying!" Deuce yelled at me.
I started to cry. I couldn't stop. The tears just kept coming and coming. Cleo was laughing like a maniac. Deuce started shaking me saying things like "You are the worst kisser ever" and "I hate you." I closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes I saw Deuce sitting right beside me.
"Finally! You have been crying for the past hour in your sleep. What's wrong?" Deuce said.
"Wait, that was all a dream?" I asked him.
"Of course. We are almost to Salem. You still haven't told me though. What's wrong? What happened in your dream?"
"It wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare! You were telling me you hated me and Cleo was mad that we were kissing."
"I'm sorry. I know what can make it better."
We kissed for the rest of the helicopter trip. And if you are wondering who was flying the helicopter it was Deuce's mom.