"Everyone dreams," Dylan spoke to one of his many friends, "but what they dream about, is not up to them."

"What're you talking about?" asked Donte.

These two are currently middle schoolers, both the age of 14, 8th grade. "Think about it," started Dylan once more, "You always see real life as a dream right? Nothing is impossible, correct?"

"Yeah? What does that have to do with it."

"A stranger walks up to you, asking to show you something unique. It's out of your control, the only control you have is a simple response. Yes or no. But thanks to the glorious curiosity of the mind, you almost instinctively say, 'Yes' every time."

"Okay, and you're entire point, Einstein?"

"When you dream, you don't have control over what happens. You make decision without truly making them yourself. Until you can realize you're dreaming, your mind creates a set path, fate, if you will. Unless you're lucid dreaming."

"'Lucid dreaming'?"

"Knowing you're dreaming, and using it to you're advantage."

"...what?"

"If you say life is dream, you constantly think of something impossible, faking real magic."

"What did you just say now?"

"Like at school," Dylan glanced at the clock, 10 seconds before the bell. "You hold up your hand," he got ready to snap, "And think the bell is gonna ring." He snapped his fingers and the bell rang through-out school.

"How did you do that?" Donte started gathering his stuff.

"See? It looks like real magic. Just like in a dream, your dream. You just think of something, the cutest girl in class walking up to you, wanting to hang out." A girl started walking up to him, Dylan unaware. "Not only does she want to hang out, she pulls you towards her, kissing you."

"Excuse me?" said the girl.

Dylan looked over, "Yeah?"

"Could you come here for a moment? I have a question about the homework assignment."

"Uh, sure, I guess." The girl walked to her desk, Dylan following behind, "So what do you need help with now?"

"Just a question."

"Which one?"

She immediately pulled him, kissing Dylan for 5 seconds. "Do my lips taste sweet?"

'Holy crap,' thought Dylan. 'I'm-'

Before his thought could be finished, his eyes opened, staring at his ceiling. "Ugh." He groaned as his alarm clock started going off. He took a two second glance, ripping it out of the wall, and chucking it towards his dirty laundry.

There was a hit on his door, "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," Riley had said.

"What do you know about waking up you slob?" Dylan screamed back.

"Geez, what happened to you? You weren't the one who lost a tooth."

Dylan sat up, opening the door, both of them still in PJs. "Speaking of which, the hell happened?"

"Just a little disagreement, nothing big."

"But you lost a tooth-"

"Sup guys," Donte said, walking past.

"But now you two are cool?"

"Oh, well, like I said, a little fight. We're good, I did go over a bit, and so did Donte. Besides, remember back in middle school?"

"True..."

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"Dude, what the hell!" screamed Donte.

"Haha!" Riley said, laughing so hard he couldn't breath. "Do a magic trick now, Douche."

Donte had four pieces of a card chucked at him. He instantly grabbed a card, and hurled it at his face.

"Ow!" Riley got a paper cut on his cheek. He instantly uppercut Donte's jaw. Donte immediately got knocked out.

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"So you're calling it even now?" asked Dylan, after he finished remembering from middle school.

"Yup, totally even."

"Alright, whatever floats your boat dude."

"You wanna see it?"

"See what?"

Riley went into his pocket, pulling out his tooth. "Pretty cool, huh? Come clean out."

"Riley, that's gross. It still has blood on it as well."

"Yeah, so? I think it looks cooler that way."

"Whatever, I'm going back to bed," Dylan tried to close his door.

But Riley hit it open again, "Can't."

"Why not?"

"Dude, you're the one who started this thing."

"Started what?"

Riley held up a paper. The titling font read, Another High School Romance Story.

Dylan sighed, "Oh yeah, working on it every weekend."

"Yup, so get dressed, we gotta get going."

Note from the Author: Alright, I get it, short chapter. But I haven't uploaded in so long, I needed a filler. Also something to kick-start something else. I'll be getting to the short film soon.

... That moment when you think your sub-plot is gonna have more plot than your actual story...