Aw, shut up, Heather.

"HEY! Mr. Roscoe, how's it goin'?" Travis said, looking up at me from the cafeteria table where he, Megan, and Parker were sitting.

"Shut it, Banjo-head. I need you to look at this." I gave him the paper.

"Eggs, milk, hand lotion, underw-" I took the paper from him and handed the correct paper. He looked it over and said, "You and me. Outside. Now." He stood up and walked off, me in tow.

When he and I got outside, Travis looked at me with a "What the hell is wrong with you?" stare. "Well, what do you have to say about yourself?"

"What do you mean?"

"You have a dream about kissing Bridget, Parker, Lily, a pole, and the Incredible Hulk and I'm supposed to know what it's about?"

"All right, first of all, I only dreamt about kissing Parker," I felt a twinge in my stomach when I said that. "The dream went like this..." And so I explained it to him. When I got done, he gave my that all-knowing stare. "Well? What's it mean?"

"Perhaps it means that you think Parker would have been supportive of your idea for Lily. The kiss is a very affectionate thing that two people share, so that shows your affection for Lily. The pole represents everything that's gotten between you and Lily, like your feelings-"

"You." I cut him off. He went on without paying attention.

"Now, Lily as the Hulk is a toughie. Maybe it's from where she would always punch you in the arm, and you incorporated that into your dream."

"Cool, thanks Travis." I tried walking off, but he wouldn't let me. "What's the deal Strong?"

"Why were you dreaming about Bridget? Is there something between you two?"

"What? No. I don't really know why she was in it. Must've been something I ate."

He shrugged. "You're probably right."

School was uneventful. I almost ran into Lily, but, thanks to a girls bathroom, I managed to dodge her. When I went home, I snagged a quick nap. It was odd, nothing too weird. Just something with Funyuns, a Pepsi, and Bridget. She told me to avoid these things. Anyway.

Weak chapter, I know. Just think of as a musical number in a flick. Just there to help the story along.