A/N: Hey, you notice that lately I've had this thing for dreams? Anyway, it's been summer since, like, November where I am, and summer won't end until October here, either, and I'm sick. This story is based on MY delirious dream, but given to another character! Yay! I wonder who? Oh, and if it seems rushed, it's because IT'S A DREAM!!
Disclaimer: I don't write enough of these anymore. Don't sue me, or I'll kick your butt. I need a car, and I'm not making any money anyway. Nickelodeon owns everything, unfortunately, but with all those comments I gave the Neilsen people for the five dollars they gave me five dollars for, hopefully somebody else will one day. If you get those Neilsen surveys, tell them you want Space Cases, and take the five dollars inside. Seriously. Five dollars. Wait, where was I going with this rant? Oh, yeah, don't sue me, because my current source of income is filling out Neilsen surveys. And stuff. I think I'll go back to my corner now...no wonder I don't remember to write these stupid disclaimer thingies...
Boring, boring, boring! Lately everything on the Christa has been boring! You would think being lost in space, something exciting would eventually happen! I mean, we're stuck for seven years!
With our luck, nothing exciting will happen until the very last day on the Christa.
I stop myself from sounding like Bova. Space hates whiners.
Oh, no. Now I'm starting to sound like him!
I've had a crush on Commander Goddard ever since I first met him, but it was easily ignored. But being on the Christa, being this close to him, it's something I have a hard time hiding.
Back at Starcademy, I could hear the bubbleheaded teens talking about their crushes and hoping they'd get noticed, and the more levelheaded ones saying that they will never know how the crushee feels unless you talk to them.
But how can I? He wouldn't understand. He'd probably ignore it. No. I have to stop sounding like Bova! I think he's rubbing off on me!
He hugged me, once. Oh, it was the most wonderful feeling in the world, being in his arms...
Maybe he would understand!
Alone in the lounge, gazing at the Minbar chessboard, I let the good thoughts fill my head as I hear the doors open.
I spin around, and feel myself blush, the room getting hotter. It was him!
"Commander!" I greet, though it's more of a cheerful statement.
He beams at my smile. That's a good sign, right?
"Do you mind?" he asks, looking at the Minbar chess game.
I shook my head no as I sat down, my insides doing the happy dance as Commander Goddard joined me.
I've never known the commander to play Minbar chess, but he was really good at it! He won the first three games, but I made a comeback.
"Good game," he said, smiling coyly. He can't actually be flirting with me, can he?
"Thank you," I answer happily, setting up the pieces again.
He touches my sleeve and stops me. "I have a better idea."
Why is this room so hot?
Commander Goddard leans over the Minbar pieces, and I lean in closer to him. This is it! This is it! This is...
"Rosie!" Bova groans, shaking me awake. "Commander wants us on deck."
No! Not fair! I'll never finish that dream! No, that's not true. One day, I'll finish it, and it'll mean so much more because of the wait.
"Sure, Bova!" I beam. "I'll be there in just a minute!"
Disclaimer: I don't write enough of these anymore. Don't sue me, or I'll kick your butt. I need a car, and I'm not making any money anyway. Nickelodeon owns everything, unfortunately, but with all those comments I gave the Neilsen people for the five dollars they gave me five dollars for, hopefully somebody else will one day. If you get those Neilsen surveys, tell them you want Space Cases, and take the five dollars inside. Seriously. Five dollars. Wait, where was I going with this rant? Oh, yeah, don't sue me, because my current source of income is filling out Neilsen surveys. And stuff. I think I'll go back to my corner now...no wonder I don't remember to write these stupid disclaimer thingies...
