Love Too True

The Emcee: Well, I hope that the last two chapters gave you some idea of how they were turned. For the others, just use your own imagination. Well, here's chapter 6! Enjoy.

We've been driving for a while now, and no motel in sight, Pony thought, tired. After all, he didn't get any sleep the night before. I'm starting to get tired of all this traveling. I hope we find a place to stop at soon. About a few minutes later, they pulled into a motel parking lot. Pony wasn't paying much attention to notice it thought. Darry pulled out a blanket he kept tucked underneath his seat and pulled it over his body. He got out of the truck and turned and faced the others.

"I'm gonna go see if I can get us a room. Stay here. Don't movie a muscle." And he took off fast, heading towards the door. He started to smoke just before he got inside. Once the door closed, Pony didn't get to see if Darry got severally burned or not. But after a couple of minutes, he saw Darry walk out of the building he had just entered, and was heading towards a room. After he opened it, he gestured for the others to come over. Pony and Soda had to share a blanket because there wasn't enough for one each. Finally, they made it to their new room; thankfully the blinds were pulled shut.

Soda threw the blankets on the couch, making it more comfortable to lay on, since it didn't look to nice to begin with. Once he had settled down, Pony followed suit. Pony yawned and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Soda's fingers running through his hair. While he was a sleep, he had a dream.

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Pony was standing in the middle of a street in some town he'd never heard of. The wind was blowing a gentle breeze, rustling the autumn leaves that laid on the ground around him. Scanning his surroundings, Pony noticed a shiny object on the ground. He walked over to it, and picked it up to examine it. It was an old English coin.

Wow, I didn't know that these were still around. It looks pretty old. I should probably find whoever owned it; just in case it's something important. Pony went around, house to house, asking if anyone owned the old coin. To his surprise, no one in the town came to claim it. Finally, there was one house left. An old Victorian house that, at one time, must've been a beautiful place to look at and live in, but was now an old, broken down house. Slowly, to not disturb anything within the old building, he opened the door.

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Pony woke up with a start. The dream he just had confused his terribly. He had no idea why he had that dream, and he had a feeling he didn't want to know. Sighing in relief, he was about to go back to sleep, when he felt something in his head. As head opened his palm, he let out a surprised gasp. It was the old English coin from his dream. But how... Pony thought.

This didn't make sense. When last he remembered, he couldn't pull items out of his dreams; no one could. But somehow, he had managed to take this coin from his dream, and bring it into reality. This is just too weird. Way to weird...

The Emcee: Sorry for such a short chapter.