Did she realize what she did to him? How his stomach flittered or his heart race? For years she tortured him, ignoring him as it he were nothing yet here she was. With him. Her lips pressed roughly against his own in heated passion. It was strange in a way how such a domineering figure melted in his hands, her form his to embrace, to love. Memories flashed through his mind leaving him to ponder for what seemed the hundredth time. When would it be real?

He woke up to the usual wood, a deep sigh later he lifted his covers off prepping for the day giving a nice pat to his uncomfortable old bed. Tim's room was different from when he was a preteen fighting sentient comic characters that he had dreamed up in his imagination, His walls were filled with posters ranging from sports to sci-fi his door plastered with the more racy content, not like anyone had been in his room for years, he shuffled from his bed taking special care to fold the covers into a tidy position when he heard the doorbell ring. A quick glance through his window provided all he needed to know and to his own chagrin he went to answer the door realizing why his dream had been cut short of the climax. He changed to a pair of black cargo pants along with managing to put on a salmon pink sweat shirt as he rushed to the now pounding door promptly swinging it open to a fist slamming down into his nose.