Okay, well, I added this one in because your lovely reviews gave me an idea (Basically Paige Fan's idea a little)! And I like the idea, because this happens to me all the time. Well, not exactly the same obviously, but yeah. I would have updated sooner if I hadn't put this in! Damn it. I have to get my bearings now.

Chapter 3

Andy sat up and looked around his dark apartment in confusion, wondering what had woken him. After a few seconds his eyes adjusted to the dark and he remembered what he was doing on his couch. Prue. Her scream seemed to echo around the apartment and then he knew that was what had woken him. Andy through the blanket off and ran to his room, unsure of what he'd find. He didn't find anything, but Prue, with the blankets half thrown off her and a deep frown on her face. She screamed again. Andy sat on the edge of the bed and shook her gently. When he didn't get any response, he shook her harder.

"Prue…" She opened her eyes and sat up abruptly, breathing hard. "What's the matter?"

"N-nothing. Bad dream. That's all." She wiped the tears from here face.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

"No. I can't remember it anymore anyway. I'm fine. Go back to bed."

"Starting to be a bit of a catchphrase that, isn't it? 'I'm fine.' You can't possibly always be fine."

"Well I am. A little cold but otherwise fine. I can't even remember what the dream was about. So go back to sleep." Andy opened a drawer and pulled out a sweater.

"Here, put this on. Sure you don't want to talk?"

"Yeah." She lay back down, still trying to slow her breathing down.

"That seems like a pretty nasty dream from your screams. And you've been crying."

"Oh. I can't even remember it so it can't have been that bad." She closed her eyes to stop herself from seeing Andy too much. She didn't stop Andy from stroking her hair. Nothing felt more natural than being here with Andy and it was making her hate Roger more than ever. She tried to ignore the feelings of hate. She wanted to believe she loved Roger, but she wasn't sure that she really did and she knew that Andy knew too.

"Do you remember the prom?"

"Yeah…well not the actual prom, obviously. Why?"

"I don't know…" Why had he asked her that? Was he hoping that somehow, by making her remember the good times they had had, she might suddenly like him again? Love him?

"Right."

"We used to have fun, didn't we?"

"You could call it that."

Andy watched her fall asleep, the tear tracks drying on her face and a small smile on her lips. He kept on talking to her, about high school mainly, wishing he could kill Roger. But that wouldn't look good with him being a cop. Killing Roger would make him almost as bad as Roger. Except that Roger deserved it. If Prue would just let him arrest Roger…

AN: I had real difficulty with this, and almost gave up. But I do not give up! Unless it is sport. Then I do. Let me just say that this is definitely not my best and it is so short. It's just a sort of add in. I promise I'll put chapter 4 up very soon.

Ow. Does anyone else get cuts on their hands when they go shopping? Too many bags I guess.

Nightmares. I actually died in one of them. Someone shot me and suddenly my vision was sort of black (my eyes were closed when I got shot, but then it was really dark and I knew I couldn't open them ever again) and I could feel my body shutting down completely for good. So it isn't true that if you die in dreams, you die in real life. At least, I hope not otherwise I'm dead. Literally.

I say I'm fine all the time, even when I'm not because I can never be bothered to explain to people what is wrong and they never understand anyway. And usually when people ask me if I'm okay, they are just trying to find out what has happened so they can gossip with the rest of their bitchy friends and tell the entire school. Stupid horrible…

Also, if anyone would like to give me advice on a little matter that I have not discussed with my friends (surprisingly enough), please, do feel free. See, all this Prue and Andy being in love thing has made me think. I have been in love, so to speak, with this guy for five entire years. And I have finally considered calling him. But I am scared! Wow, I really wandered from the point there! What even was the point?