You went into your new room, sitting down on the bed.

What's the matter with him? One minute he's being really sweet and eager to show me around, the next he's cold and rude. This is why I don't have a boyfriend... you thought to yourself, laying back on the blanket.

You laid there for a while, about thirty minutes. You weren't sure how long you had been lying there. Suddenly, you heard a sound coming from the direction of Scout's room. It sounded like sobbing.

Standing up, you checked the hall. His bedroom door was open a crack, and you put your eye to the opening. It was too dark to see anything. The light was off, and the curtains were closed.

"Scout?" you called quietly. No response. You opened the door further, enough to slip in. Once you were inside, your eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. Scout was collapsed at the side of his bed, surrounded by cans. You took a step forwards, and tripped over more cans.

You picked up a can off the floor. The label said it was BONK! soda. Did he just drink all of these? you asked yourself. You stepped over more cans, careful not to kick any.

You crouched by Scout. "Scout, can you hear me?" you asked. He didn't reply, or make any noise. You felt for a pulse on his wrist, and could feel a very faint heartbeat. He was unconscious. His eyes fluttered slightly. He was not only unconscious, but was in the REM stage of sleep as well. He was dreaming.

No. Don't you dare. You promised yourself that you wouldn't ever do it again. you told yourself.

But this is an emergency! What the hell is he dreaming about? Maybe it'll tell why he's acting so weird all of a sudden!

You had promised yourself that after your father had died that you wouldn't use your powers ever again for personal gain, but this wasn't personal- it could help him as well.

Placing a hand on Scout's arm, you concentrated, and the world around you dissolved.

You stood in a room filled with cabinets, each one labelled with certain things. One drawer read Memories, one read Fears, one read Irrational Thoughts, and so on.

This was your gift- to see into people's minds. It was not only a gift, it was also a curse. You had found things before that you hadn't wanted to see. With your father... you shook the thought out of your head. You had to concentrate and not lose focus.

Walking over to the cabinet labeled Irrational Thoughts, you pulled it open. Inside were multiple thick folders, each labeled with something new. Selecting the one named Current, you flipped it open. In the folder lay a sleek black tablet. You picked it up, and it activated in your hands.

A video appeared on the tablet. A boy of about 15 or 16 stood in an almost empty hallway, except for a figure at the other end of the hall. You pushed a small button on the side of the tablet, and you were sucked into the video- Scout's current dream.

You were standing next to the boy, who you knew couldn't see you. You were obviously in a memory-dream.

There were four different kinds of dreams that you knew of. These four kinds of dreams you had given names, and all dreams fit into one of the four categories. There were memory-dreams, that were, well, dreams about past memories, fear-dreams, which many people knew as nightmares, wish-dreams, where the dreamer could escape from reality and be in a world where they had whatever they wished, and finally, future-dreams, the rarest kind of dream. Future-dreams were small glimpses of the future to come, and were the most uncommon type of dream.

You were clearly in a memory-dream. The boy next to you looked like a younger version of Scout, and this kind of detail in a wish-dream or fear-dream was uncommon. Usually those kinds of dreams focused more on one specific thing instead of the surroundings.

"Hey, Ashley, can I talk to you for a second?" Memory-Scout called, walking up to the figure. It was girl, who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen, definitely a year or so older than Memory-Scout.

"Oh, hi Michael! I didn't know you were still here!" The girl, Ashley smiled.

Memory-Scout, Michael, blushed. "Yeah, I'm waiting for my stepdad to pick me up after he's done with work. So, um, I have a question..."

"Yeah, what is it?" Ashley asked.

"Ashley, will you be my girlfriend?" Memory-Scout asked.

The girl laughed for a while, then stopped when she realized he was serious. "Oh, Mikey, hun, a Senior like me has some standards to live by! I can't be seen running around with a Junior boy, I'd be laughed out of school!"

Matt looked hurt. "So... no then... I get it... you just pretended to like me then?"

"Sorry hun..." Ashley said with a small nod. She didn't look the least bit sorry.

Michael was trying not to cry. He turned and ran off in the opposite direction. You followed him. He turned a corner, and slumped against a locker. Tears cascaded down his face. "For once, I thought I actually had a frickin' chance!" he sobbed, smashing a fist into the nearest locker. "I thought that a girl actually liked me for once!" He punched the locker again.

"I thought I might actually get a girlfriend!"

Punch.

"That a girl actually liked me!"

Punch.

"That for once, nobody was pretending!"

Punch.

Memory-Scout sank to the ground, curling his knees to his chest and sobbing. The memory faded, leaving you crouched by an unconscious Scout.