AN: Here, this one came out fluffy. Cause trust me. Tomorrow, you'll need fluff.

I stared at the humans blankly. The half ghost and the human girl were busy trying to destroy my Master's dream machine. With a thought, I sent the sleepwalkers to them, putting almost all of my attention on the human boys hiding from me. I floated above them, spotting them easily. I tilted my head. Why were they so intent on staying awake? Didn't they see that staying asleep was so much easier? "Master will not be pleased if you do not sleep. Why will you not sleep?"

"Gee, it's such a mystery as to why we don't want to sleep when there's a maniac trying to destroy the world. Truly, something that will never be answered!" He seemed to turn to the human with the stupid beret, whispering.

Watching as one of the two ran off, I lazily waved my hand, sending sleepwalkers after him. These humans were barely even a threat. Merely an annoyance. "Master wishes not harm. He only wishes sweet dreams. Don't you want that? He could devise a dream better than the last."

The human stood in the open with his arms crossed, like a challenge. "I'd rather stay awake, thanks. Dreams are just that, Danny. Dreams. It's nice to reflect on them, and use them to aspire to something, but it's useless to live in them all our lives. It's pointless, and like putting rose colored glasses over a world we know is burning."

I narrowed my eyes. How dare this inferior being deny what my master had told me to be true. How dare he defy him. My master was the one who was letting me achieve my dreams. Now, I truly could touch the stars. I held my hand out, the starry black ink creating a small building. "You lie. Dreams can create civilizations..." The building slowly grew, multiplying and growing. "Or destroy them." I crushed my hand, the flowing black curling out of my fingers like smoke.

"You're the one lying to yourself." He spoke, eyes narrowed. "Dreams can only inspire. They can't create, or destroy, or do anything like what you're speaking of. They can be goals, and things we work towards- Things we wish to accomplish. But they aren't something real. They aren't tangible. Do you really think it was your dreams that made you study so hard? That made you spend hour after hour studying for those space camps that everyone told you to give up on? You may have been thinking of your dream, but it wasn't that dream that pushed you forward, Danny. It was you. Strong, never wanting to give up, you."

I narrowed my eyes, watching him coldly, my concentration on the sleepwalkers admittedly slipping. "You know nothing about me. My dreams made me do that, due to their brightness. Master said as much."

"Frankly, I don't give a flying fuck what that creepy shadow bastard told you," The human snorted, walking forward until he was only a few feet away from where I floated above him. "We both know your dreams could be shattered in front of you, with nothing left, and you would still get up and keep moving forward. Your dreams wasn't what attracted Nocturne, Danny. It was you. Bright, never failing, you. It wasn't your dreams, it was that you make others want to dream. You make us want to be better, and to try our best." Pausing, he gave a slight smile, look of hopelessness on his face. "Maybe I'm just being a skeptic when I say that dreams can't come true... Maybe it's because I know just how fragile happily ever afters are...and how quickly dreams fade...

"Still. You're my dream, and I don't think I'd want to give that up. So, please snap out of this..."

I touched down closer to him, leaving a foot of space between us. I felt almost… disappointed. "You could have a better dream. Master can make a better dream, if you just go back to sleep. Do you not want a better dream?"

"Nothing could be better than you. Whether awake, or sleeping, you're always on my mind, Danny. Ever since this stupid little brat dragged me onto the playground and took my book away from me because I was 'being sad'. I'm never going to want anything better than you - even if something happens to where I matter nothing to you...you'll always mean the world to me. I..." Falling silent for a few seconds, he gave a long sigh, finally looking down at me with a broken expression. "I'm in love with you. I have been for years, and as far as I can see, it's going to be for years more... I'm in love with you so much, even if you were to think nothing of me, and I can't stand to see you being controlled like this...

"Please, Danny...please come back..."

The inky black haze that had taken over my vision began to fade as I stared at Andrew. Had I heard that correctly? "You... you what?"

"Really? You choose now of all times to hear me incorrectly, you little brat." Mock huffing, Andrew closed the distance between us and pulled me into a hug, clinging onto me fiercely. "I'm in love with you. Completely, absolutely, ridiculously in love with you. Even if you did ruin one of my rough drafts the start of this year."

My arms hung at my side as I let myself be hugged. "You... you love me?" It was... impossible. There was no way my friend actually returned my feelings. I was never that lucky.

"Half right, there," Andrew mused, gently running a hand through my hair, earning a smile. Stupid dork knew I liked that. "I love Sam and Tucker and my family. I'm in love with you. You're everything to me, Danny. All my words and sweet dreams, everything that makes me want to do my best - be my best. All for you. I told you that all dreams do is inspire...well, you're my dream, and you inspire me in everything. You didn't think Andrea and Peter sounded at all familiar when I let you read that rough draft? I thought I was being pretty obvious, basing them off of us."

I shakily brought my arms up, wrapping them around Andrew as I gave a small chuckle. He was right. It was obvious. Why hadn't I seen it before? "You dork... I've been in love with you, too, then, for a couple years." I looked up at Andrew, and from what I could see, there wasn't anymore blackness or stars on me. "And I've always loved you."

Carefully cupping my cheek, Andrew placed a gentle kiss to my forehead, lingering for a few seconds, and I could feel the tension bleeding away. "Danny..." Pausing a few seconds, his smile turned into a smirk. "You're not wearing a shirt."

"And you're not wearing your coat." I clung to Andrew, unwilling to untangle myself.

"I was in a bit of a rush when Sam woke me up and we couldn't find you. Besides, I, at least, still have my shirt on." Andrew was just as unwilling to release me, I gathered, as he instead only pulled me closer.

"Are you two done cuddling?!" Sam put her hand on her hip, raising an eyebrow at us as we turned to look at her. "By the way, while you two saps were over here, we took care of big mean dream machine."

"I had absolute faith you would," Andrew nodded, already tugging me away from the empty warehouse, and towards his house. "Now if you excuse me, I'm kidnapping him." He scooped me up in his arms, carrying me out of the place bridal style, receiving a blush for his efforts.

From behind us, Jazz called. "Have fun! Love you! Be safe! Don't forget to use protection!"

"...Danny. I'm going to kill your sister." He could probably take her... Probably.

"Not yet, mon ange. Wait until morning." I yawned, rubbing my eyes. "Being controlled by a ghost is exhausting." Even if it was a dream ghost. Shouldn't I be more awake, or something? At Andrew's look of shock, I looked up at him. "What? Is my hair messed up, or something?"

"First off, your hair is always a wreck. Second...what...did you just call me?"

I smiled, looking up at him as innocently as I could. "Mon ange. I may or may not have asked Sam to teach me a little French."

"...I'm pretty sure you're going to be the end of me, mon cher. And somehow, I am perfectly alright with that." I was, too. Who else would have been able to snap me out of that? Everyone always thought Andrew was the bigger sap. But they were wrong. I was the one that believed in a happily ever after.

So, fluffy at the end there, right? Like I said. Tomorrow is bull. Alright, see you then! Love you! Kasena, out!