4:01 AM, Williams' House- Ally's POV

It was four in the morning and she was still drawing. She simply couldn't help herself. Ever since she had gotten her sketchbook back the urge to draw had been like the urge to pee, unforgettable. Now, with only three hours until she would have to be up for school, she was sketching still by the light of the moon. Being a chronic insomniac wasn't actually unusual for Ally. Ever since her father's death she hadn't slept well yet she refused to dip into her family's funds to visit a doctor and be prescribed sleeping pills. Too many things happened when the night was alive that she couldn't miss because she was deep in some drugged slumber. No, the staying up far past when anyone else wasn't unusual. What she was drawing was.

It was Warren Peace surrounded by blazing flames that billowed with darkness at the center to match his empty, dark eyes. They consumed her, like two black holes so empty that they sucked everything in but never let any light out. Except for once. The moment he gave back her sketchbook and she cradled it to her chest she swore his gaze almost softened. She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it herself. Then there had been the note.

She carefully sketched in the finishing touches on her picture and chewed on her lip almost absentmindedly. There was something going on with that boy that she didn't understand. Why was he so mean to everyone else? Why did he work so hard to push them away? And why did he seem to hate her and Will without knowing them before yet refrain from burning her sketchbook and giving her the ashes or hanging the pictures all over the school or some equally vicious prank? Finally she placed the pencil and sketchpad to one side, curling up on Layla's beanbag chair that she was using as a bed since she hadn't felt like re-inflating the air mattress, and drifted off to sleep.

The air around her was thick with smoke. It poured out of almost every surface and flames crackled just a few feet ahead, making her scream and then choke. She rolled off her bed to the floor, gasping for breath and wheezing when she couldn't get any oxygen. She tried to crawl toward her bedroom door but she couldn't get far. Her vision was blurring now as the fire and smoke moved in. She tried to get out a scream but she couldn't even get enough air to breathe let alone form words. Just before she was killed, dead in a blaze of fire and black smoke, strong arms yanked her up and pulled her out.

She was laying on dew wet grass with fire trucks howling around her, gasping in sweet oxygen. After a moment her stomach began to convulse and she rolled over, puking all over the ground next to her. "Are you okay?" a voice asked from above her and to her left but when she tried to look up to see who it was she had to puke again.

"Fine," she mumbled out, leaning her head against her elbow.

"Liar," the voice replied but it was in an almost affectionate tone and she managed and weak laugh that tapered off into a cough. "Take the day off tomorrow."

"Ally wake up or we're going to miss the bus!" Ally woke up with a gasp, sitting straight up and causing Layla to jerk back with a startled cry.

"Sorry," Ally muttered, flushing, and Layla giggled.

"It's okay," the red head replied. "The shower's all yours. I've already taken mine. You have twenty minutes before the bus comes."

"Thanks Lee-Lee," Ally said with a grateful smile.

"No problem Ally-cat," Layla replied, heading downstairs. Ally grinned again before gathering up her clothes for the day and heading into the bathroom. Her last thought before the bliss of the warm shower woke her up completely was; What kind of dream was that?

Thanks to lunarweather for the review last chapter! I'm glad my story is different than most peoples and that Ally fits into the story well! I own nothing but Ally. Enjoy!