The morning seemed to take forever to arrive. Never had Johnny, Allora, and Morrigan had such a horrible night. All three, entirely too scared to go back to sleep, had decided to pull an all-nighter. And by the time the sun finally rose, they were exhausted.
"Do you really think we should ask them?" Johnny inquired uncertainly.
Morrigan shook her head vigorously. "Yes! Don't you want to know? I know I do."
Johnny sighed, obviously frustrated. "Well, yeah. But I don't think we should take this as serious as we have been."
Allora nodded. "I think Johnny's right. Our actions last night were a bit immature. I mean, we are all really close friends. We grew up together, after all. And a lot of studies nowadays say that friends dreaming similar dreams isn't that unusual."
"Damn you and your logic, Allora," Morrigan scolded. "You're right. Friends can share dreams on occasion. But all summer? I think not. I think this means something."
"Well, anyways," Allora began, attempting to change the subject to calm down Morrigan, "Johnny, you need to leave, I would like to get dressed for the day."
"Me, too," Morrigan agreed. "So leave, because you are most certainly not getting a free show."
Johnny smiled and unzipped the girls' tent and went back to his own to get dressed. When he arrived there, though, he found Truman had already been awake.
"There you are!" Truman exclaimed, already dressed.
"Yes, here I am," Johnny sighed, rummaging through his black duffle bag for his jeans.
"Where were you?" asked Truman as he brushed his hair.
"Oh, I stayed up talking with Allora and Morrigan last night," he answered as he triumphantly held up his jeans in front of him.
"Oh, that's cool. I had a horrible sleep, however. I had this dream that I've—"
"—been having all summer?" Johnny interjected. "Yes, I know. We have to talk about that when the girls are done getting dressed."
Truman stared at Johnny wide-eyed as Johnny gave Truman an even weirder look. "Would you mind turning around? I'd like to put my jeans on, now."
"Oh, yeah, right."
When everyone had finally finished getting dressed (and awakened), they all gathered outside the tents.
"What is this all about?" Brystol demanded her chocolate brown eyes flaring. "I can't believe you woke me up!"
"It's about the dream you've been having all summer." Morrigan grinned.
"What? How did you know?" Brystol shrieked.
"We've all been having the same dream as you, all summer," Allora stated.
"Yeah, all of us. Allora, Morrigan, Truman, and myself," Johnny declared.
"That is creepy…" Brystol said, disgusted..
"Not as creepy as this," Morriagn laughed as she pulled an ant out of Brystol's hair.
Brystol's reaction was immediate. "Ah! Get it off! I HATE BUGS!"
"Really?" Morrigan inquired as she began to chase Brystol around the tents, bug still in hand.
"YES! AH! STOP IT. YOU'RE A BITCH, MORRIGAN!" Brystol screamed.
Allora sighed. "So much for conversation. Well, I suppose I should start cleaning up the girls' tent. It's not like I can count on those two for help."
"Okay, Al," Johnny replied. He turned to Truman. "We'll talk later."
"Gotcha."
Johnny then called out to Morrigan, "Your house next Saturday, right?"
Morriagn stopped chasing Brystol to face Johnny. "Yeah. And Bernard will be there as well. We made up. Is Truman positive he can't come?"
"Yeah, his dad is finally coming back from Ireland."
"Okay, then." Morrigan stuck her head into the girls' tent. "I have a date, Allora, can you take my stuff to your house?"
Allora grinned. "Yeah, I knew that was coming. Not a problem."
"Okay. Great. Thanks. I'll see ya. Bye!"
"Bye!"
Morrigan got out of the tent and raised a waving hand. "I'm outta' here, guys. Bye!"
"Bye!"
The clouds were beautiful in the morning Trey decided as he fixated his enchanted gaze at them from outside the 747's window.
He sighed. Why did we have to move? To Pennsylvania of all places! How boring! Then he remembered. His cousin, Drake, had been getting in trouble in Vegas. Drugs and girls weren't exactly a sometimes thing with him anymore and his wild behavior hadn't helped, either. So, Drake's family decided to move. And naturally, if his cousin's family had to move, his did, too.
Lately he'd really been dreading his mother and aunt's closeness. When he was little, he didn't mind, because then he was Drake's best friend. But now, he just felt like he was Drake's sidekick. Well at least he'd be able to make new friends other than Drake. He hoped.
Trey had trouble being social with people he didn't know. And his hair didn't help. How many people have natural blue hair? He cursed silently to himself. He'd tried many times to dye it. But the dye would never take. I am the most unlucky person alive. Not only did he have blue hair, but lately, he'd felt like a freak when Drake and him had discovered they'd been having the same dream all summer. Drake. Oh how he wished he could be rid of him sometimes. And now he'd be moving next to him yet again.
Trey sat back and sighed once more.