I am in the process of trying to own this movie. It's not working.
Troy waited until lunch to tell Gabriella about it. He took her to their not-so-secret spot on the roof.
"I had the dream again." He said quietly.
Genuine surprise showed on Gabriella's face, then fear. "The one you had the night before...you know?"
Troy nodded, "yeah." He thought of the book they had had to read for English a couple years ago. What was its name? The Outcasts?
Outsiders, that was it. He thought. His dreams were like the ones that character, Pony? had had right before his parents died. Or was it their funeral?
Troy shook his head, letting the thought go. He was here to talk to Gabi, not think about some dumb-ass book.
"Are you sure it was the same exact one?" Gabriella asked tentatively. Troy nodded.
He had woken up covered with sweat, with the blankets wrapped around his neck. After he had untangled himself, he had lain, shivering even under the sheets, remembering the haunting dream.
A month ago, the night before Chad died in the hospital; Tory had had the same dream. In it, he was in his basketball uniform, about to throw it to Chad so he could go in for the shot.
But Chad wasn't there.
Then the scene changed. He was looking through a window at himself and Chad, when they were younger, playing King of the Hill on the pile of gravel in the backyard. Pushing and shoving each other to get to the top. Then pushing more so that they wouldn't be knocked down.
Then the voice. The damn voice that Troy always thought about. Chad's voice, saying over and over, "Why'd you do it? Why'd you have to push me? I was only playing around!"
And then the last, most terrifying part. The moment when he had pushed Chad into the counter at the cinema. The look of surprise on his face almost drowned out by the smile that was still there. Always smiling. Always laughing. Always playing.
And then Troy woke up, and he was plunged back into reality. A reality much scarier then the dream.
Because in reality, Troy didn't have a basketball partner. And he didn't have a friend to push off the Hill.
For the record, I love The Outsiders.
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