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Toon-Girl-Abby: Chp. 22 - You got it, Nate pissed her off.

Toon-Girl-Abby: Chp. 24 - Yup, for the giggles. See, this is weird, but I have this headcanon where Nate's mother wished for a baby girl, but got a boy instead, and just kept the name she thought of instead of changing it. Thank you, I'll keep writing!

TheBlueAlienRobotZombie: Sympathetic, or psychotic? Also, stalker? Do tell, do tell.

crazycarl364: It is his most embarrassing secret, I assure you.

W1ng3dOne: Haha, yes, thank you! Hugh will have a hardy har, provided he finds out.

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Word Count: 579 words.

.25 The Dream

Dreams are successions of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.

"Say Hugh, I was talking with Rosa the other day..." says Nate as he twiddles his fingers, legs entangled with his best friend's as they lie comfortably atop the hill, arms crossed behind their heads. Hugh's therapy with his actual new therapist has helped loosen him up some, he no longer as his ass high up in the air.

It's the time of the week where they go to aforementioned hill and...talk, about stuff while staring at the sky. It's a "friend" thing, a friend thing that not even Rosa can understand. Such is why she was begged to death not to follow either of them to their hidden friend spot.

"Yeah?" he asks in a slight mumble.

"She asked me if I ever had any perverted thoughts about her before."

"...Have you?"

Nate makes a blank face, "I'd be fibbing if I said I didn't, but it's all pipe dreams. You can think someone's beautiful in your mind, but realistically they can be anything but."

When his friend doesn't reply, he looks over to him, "...Have you?" he asks.

"Have I what?" asks Hugh back.

"You know."

"No. I would but I don't think I can considering she's fucking insane. So no."

The two continue to lie together in silence until thoughts protrude Nate's mind, "Do you think she'll change? She can't stay like that forever, can she?"

Hugh sighs, "She's a mentally unstable multi-personality cuntbag, but she is pretty, I'll give her that."

"I give her that too." Nate adds.

There is another solemn pause.

Nate makes a blank expression, "It's a shame you can't do anything about it. The ship has sailed, and you're not on it. She keeps telling me how she doesn't like you, and that your bad boy influence makes you a negative role model that doesn't compliment my nice-guy style."

There's another pause to let Hugh comprehend the nonsense he's just heard.

"...What?"

"That's what I said too."

The subject seems to be dropped after that, but Hugh brings it up moments later, although in a different light.

"Say Nate, while I haven't thought that way about her, I did have this dream once, it wasn't about her though. Was about someone else."

Intrigued, the boy sits up, "Who?"

"I don't know, before the dream I had never seen her before my entire life. At least I don't think so. Part of her body was concealed, but I could still see it."

"Really? Sounds interesting. What went on in the dream?"

Hugh blushes, "Uh..yeah. That's the weird part. See, this was one of those dreams, remember?"

"Oh...O-Oh! Oh!Oh dear... I get'cha, what did she do?"

"Nate. If I tell you this, you have to promise not to tell anyone. Ever- Well, except for me, you can talk to me about it."

The brown-haired boy clicks his tongue, "Gee, I wonder why."

Hugh shifts his eyes left and right before spilling the beans to his friend in a rushed whisper,

"Stripped. Slowly. There was leg. So much leg. So much leg that I didn't know what was my leg and what was her's, it was beautiful, like, like, child birth, or something to that extent. But y'know, then I woke up, and my bedsheets were wet, and now they're all crusty. If I dropped them from a high point, they'd most likely break."

It takes Nate a few seconds to grasp that.

"You are a weirdo." he eventually concludes.