Yeeeeeeees! I had off today. Go me! I drew some stuff. . .ha, I've been drawing a lot of art for this fic lately. I would attempt to show it to you all, but the thing is, most of it takes place waaaay later in the ficanoid. . .so. . .maybe later ~_^

Oh, and I ate sugar and watched anime. . .gooooo me! I'm so awesome. Mwhahaha.

It WOULD be annoying to have the same dream for two years. . .I've been having this recurring dream for years now. Not every night though o.O;; I'm against this blasting wind with snow, and it's all dark outside. . .there's a big dog barking in the background. My sister is in the nice, well-lit house drawing on the coffee table and my mom is in the kitchen for some reason. It's pretty much stopped since we moved though. . . oi.

Any dream interpreters here? ^_^;;

Anyway. . .enough about me. You must read this wonderific chapter! Yay!

By the way, anyone happen to know where Pokemanic Hanni may be? She has disermappeared from my reviews ;_; But I'm still grateful to all of you other lovely reviewers! Yay!

Oops, I must put my socks in my room. . .ha ha. I rock.

~Chapter Seven~

"So. . .that's why you've been waking up a five in the morning," Mom whispered, staring at her lap. "This. . .dream."

"Yeah," I sighed. "It's gotten so bad. . .I feel like I'm really there. It feels like more than a dream."

It was about a week later, one Sunday night, when I had finally decided to tell Mom and Dad about the dream. They didn't seem to be taking it too well, for some reason. I mean. . .it was only a dream.

Right?

"And you've been having this for the past two years?" Dad asked, astonished.

I nodded and looked back at Mom. "Ever since I saw the Dragonair that one day. . ."

Mom looked up at Dad at this.

"And Steve's had a dream, too," I continued. "Mostly similar. He was there with me when we saw the Dragonair. . .so I know it has something to do with this."

The silence was deafening after that. Mom just stared at Dad, talking to him with her eyes. I rolled my own turquoise eyes and laid back on the couch, putting a pillow over my head.

"Whaaaaat the heck is going on?" I asked, my voice muffled.

"Lindsey," Mom suddenly said, and I whipped the pillow off my face.

"Yeah?"

"Have you. . .seen the Dragonair since that time two years ago?" she asked quietly.

I shook my head. "Nope."

I thought of that creature, long and graceful, with that pure-white horn protruding from his perfect head. Pictures didn't do it justice. Even two years later, that memory was still so clear. . .

Still thinking of the Dragonair, I felt myself getting weaker. I slowly sat up from the couch, but immediately fell over to the other side and onto the floor.

"Lindsey?!" Dad cried, rushing over to me. I didn't see him, though. . .I could see nothing.

~*~

"Lindsey. . .Lindsey-y-y-y," something whispered.

I was running, but in slow motion. . .that something kept calling out to me. It didn't seem human. . .what. . .was it?

"Tamer. . ." the voice continued.

"Wait!" I screamed in my dream, and little did I know it, life.

My eyes flew open and I quickly sat up. I was in my bed in my room, still fully dressed. I looked around wondering what the heck was going on.

My door burst open. It was only my parents, though.

Mom rushed to my side and smoothed my hair. "Lindsey, honey, are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. . .what happened?"

Mom swallowed and looked at Dad, who sighed. Mom returned his sigh with her own and looked back at me.

"Well. . .you just. . .passed out. Well, maybe that's too strong. I guess you were just tired, from that. . .dream. You know, since it's been waking you up so early."

"Mom?" I whispered. I was still scared from that. . whatever it was. . .I had seen only seconds ago. I had no idea why it frightened me so much, and I felt I had to tell Mom.

But like a typical parent, she just wouldn't listen.

"Just go back to sleep honey. . .your father and I have to get back to work with the Pokemon anyway."  I felt something land on my bed, and saw it was Kitsune.

"Eee?" he squeaked happily.

"And Kit can keep you company," Dad smiled. He nodded at Mom, who got up, and they left my room.

I laid back in my pillows, but didn't try to fall asleep. "Oh Kitsune," I sighed, stroking his big ears. "Do you know what's going on?"

Kitsune didn't answer, but just snuggled closer. I giggled.

"You're so cute. . ." I smiled, closing my eyes. "With the exception of these stupid dreams. . .life is perfect now. I go to a good school. . .I have the best friends. . .the best Pokemon. . .and I love living here in Johto."

I felt myself drifting towards sleep. "It's so perfect. . .Steve's right next door. . .Joker's in the backyard. . .and you're here."

Kitsune and I fell into a deep, undisturbed slumber.

~*~

Going into the sleep was peaceful, but my awakening was rather rude.

"Yo, Lindsey! What the heck?! Are---you---even---in---there?" With every word, someone pounded on my window.

That someone, of course, was Steve. I yawned and rolled out of bed, opening the window.

"What are you do-o-o-o-ing here so la-a-a-ate?" I yawned.

Steve raised his eyebrows. "It's only five in the evening. . ." he muttered.

"WHAT?" I yelped, causing Kitsune to jump about a foot in the air. "Geez I slept a long time!"

"You've been asleep the whole day?" Steve blinked.

I shook my head. "Not really. I. . .I told Mom and Dad about the dream. . .and. . .I guess I fainted or something. . .and I've been asleep since."

"Wait a sec. . .you FAINTED?" Steve cried. "Whaaaat?"

I shrugged. "I. . .I don't know. I really don't know what happened, and I have no idea what's happening. But whatever it is. . .I don't like it." I sank back onto my head and buried my face in my hands.

To my surprise, Steve sat down next to me and put and arm over my shoulder. "Hey, don't worry. It'll all work out. It always does."

I looked up and smiled a little. Steve smiled back, and for some reason. . .I really looked at him then. Of course I see Steve every day, but I've never really looked at him so closely. . .his dark brown hair was getting long, and matched his deep brown eyes.

He suddenly reached over and wrapped me in a hug.

"Look Lindsey, you know I'm just next door if you ever need me," he said. "You can tell me anything. Or Ivy. She's not exactly a long-distance phone call away."

I chuckled. "Thanks, Steve."

I heard my door creak open, and I turned my head around to see Mom standing there with a surprised look on her face. Too late I realized Steve was still hugging me, and we let go.

"Steve, when did you get here?" Mom asked, cocking her head. "Ah, well. . .dinner's ready, Lindsey. Are you staying, Steve?"

"Nah. . .my grandparents are in town," Steve sighed. "I'd better get back to my family."

"All right. . .take care," Mom replied, glancing at him as he passed her and walked down the stairs.

Mom turned to me and smiled. "Well, well. . ."

"Oh, EWWWWW! I know what you're thinking!" I screeched. "Is it against the law for friends to hug each other?!"

"No. . ." Mom laughed. "I knew it was that. Besides, you two are way too young anyway."

"Yeah, even I think eleven's too young for a boyfriend," I huffed. "Besides, Mom, it's Steve. He's practically my brother." I pretended to gag.

Mom just smiled slyly again. "Come on. Dinner's getting cold."

I pouted and stomped downstairs, still not believing Mom would even think something like that. Ew, ew, ew.

~*~*~

Ew is right. Kids these days. . .tssssh.

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