Hey guys. Just wanted to let you know that if I don't update as fast, its because I'm not near my computer much. Starting now I have to go to rehersals for my school play everyday (except weekends) until 5:00 for about a month. I usualy get back on the computer by 6:30 to 7:00 depending on if my mom is home (she always takes it and uses it -.-") my homework, etc. Sorry! :)

It was midnight and you couldn't sleep. It felt...wrong not to sleep in that shitty-ass apartment that you once called home. It felt like you left Bro.

You rubbed your eyes, bored. It wasn't the first all-nighter you pulled. Hell, you hadn't slept over 5 hours in three months. You weren't even tired. You were bored out of your fucking mind. You wish you could try out the turntables but Jade and Johns room were across the hall and next to yours respectivly.

You heard the door open and you turned your head so fast you heard a crack.

"Jamie? What the hell-"

"You can't sleep can you?"

"..."

She flicked on the light and you reached for your shades instinctively. Jamie swiped them off your nightstand.

"My contacts are out, so your glasses are off." She said. You looked at her face and sure enough, she was staring back at you with eyes that could make gold jeleous.

"Fine now why the hell are you here?" You asked.

"Do you really think I expected you to sleep? You just left the one place you considered home."

"..."

"Dave?"

Jamie sighed. "Dave just listen. I know you miss him, I do too, but you have to try to let go. I know its hard but try, we both know he wouldn't want you to be like this."

"..." You knew she was right, but you still hated it.

Jamie stood up off your bed and turned out the light.

"Just try and sleep." She sighed, walking out the door.

You sighed and closed your eyes. Maybe she was right, you needed sleep.

"Fuck this I'm sleeping" You muttered.

You closed your eyes and soon enough you fell asleep.

You slowly opened your eyes to see that you were home. Your old home, your and Bro's shitty apartment. More exactly, your old room.

"The fuck?"

You walked out into the living room, only to get the shock of your life.

"Bro?" There he was, crashed on the futon as if he was never gone. He was wearing his old shades and lil' Cal rested on the floor beside the futon. He looked perfectly fine and uninjured, not the way he did when you last saw him in the hospital. A smirk placed itself on his face.

"What's up lil' man?"

"H-How?" You whispered, not quite getting over the fact that your dead brother was right infront of you as if he never died. He rose from the futon and you realized he didn't look right. He was almost transparent, like a ghost. A dream you realized. It was all a dream, but you decided to enjoy it while it lasted.

"Sorry I had to go lil man, I know your life has turned to shit." He said. "Don't have long here either."

"I know." You said struggling to keep your poker face.

He chuckled. "You don't have to keep your fucking poker face, your dreaming, no one's going to know."

You looked at him though your shades (when did you put them on...?), but kept it up.

"Whatever man, do what you want." He said.

You rolled your eyes behind the dark lenses. "Why are you in my dreams anyway? Its pretty damn freaky to have your dead Bro in your dreams."

"Damn," Bro smirked. "And here I thought you'd be happy to see me. Three fucking years. And I'm here to give you some ironic advice because I'm just that fucking awesome,"

"Then spit it out."

"Lil man...try to adjust okay? Jamie's really worried about you. So are her siblings. I know you left our shitty apartment but you had to damnit. Let it go."

The scene around you flickered. "Fuck I'm running out of time," He said. "Just remember I'm always here in spirit, or whatever that shit is. You know what I mean."

Now everything was fading, going black. "See you around lil man."

And with that every thing went black.

You shot up in your bed. You were back at Jamie's.

"Shit," You mumbled. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and walked across the room. You opened your door and walked into the hallway as silently as you could. You closed the door quitly and fucking ninja-ed down the hall way, not making a sound until you got to the kitchen.

When you got there you checked the clock. 3:00 am. You walked over to the fridge and pulled out a carton of apple juice. You then walked over to the pantry and grabbed gog knows what flavored poptarts and put them in the toaster.

Pouring yourself a big glass of apple juice, you almost dropped it after hearing the poptarts pop out of the toaster. You could ninja down a hallway and had daily strifes with your Bro, but those toasters always found the perfect time to scare the living fuck out of you.

You grabbed your food and sat down at the table.

"Dave?"

Oh shit.

Chapter 3: Done! Hope you all liked it :) Thank you to all my viewers and reviewers. It really good to know that people like my stories :D

Chaper 4 will most likely be posted either Friday or this weekend, once again depending on my plans and stuff :3