author note: hey guys, sorry this took so long! I had a minor case of writers block, but then I got this idea and had this chapter written in like 5 minutes, lol...anyway, sorry its so short, also I'm gonna start posting updates in my profile so keep checking back! also please review if you geta chance...thank youvery muchly!

and also I changed Lizzies name to Madison, cuz I like that better, and I made some changes to other chapters, they will have revised in their title so check it out, nothing drastic though...just wanted you all to know that so you dont get confused...thanks!

Simple Plan Rulz: well, I killed 2 birds with one stone, lol, more bout Ray's sister and had Ray talkin bout abbys dreams! lol...tell me if you like!

Chapter 11: Nightmares…

Rays P.O.V

"So, nightmares, huh?" I asked the next morning.

Her face paled, and she got the "deer in the headlights" look.

"Yeah." She whispered, eyes downcast.

"You wanna talk about 'em? It helps." I paused, "I know from experience."

"No, not really." Quickly changing the subject, she asked, "You have nightmares too?"

"Yeah. Nightmares about…pudding." I joked around, trying to lighten the mood. It worked…well, kind of, but I did get a small smile and she rolled her eyes. " No, actually more like dreams from when I was growing up, some good, more bad. Like there's this one I have once every year, on the anniversary of my mo- of a really rough time in my life."

'That was close'

"Oh wow, mine are usually one of two recurring dreams. One from growing up, and one from my marriage, lately they've been coming more frequently, usually the latter." She admitted, then immediately realized what she had done.

"Well if you ever want to talk, need to talk, I'm always here." I let her know.

She changed the subject again, but I didn't mind.

"So, tell me about your sister, I'd like to at least know a few things about her before I meet her."

"Well…she's 17 years old, on the track and swim teams, she plays the piano. She's very sarcastic, and has a stubborn streak a mile long. Actually you kind of remind me of her sometimes. She's got long hair, darker than mine, and wavy, and her smile lights up the room. She talks, a lot but ironically she's a great listener, and she loves to dance. And she's a partyer, majorly."

"Holy information overload! When I said I wanted to know more about her, I didn't mean I wanted to hear her whole life story." She teased.

"Oh, trust me, that's not even the half of it."