Hello peoples! This is my new chapter. Everyone do a happy dance! OK, just want to say that I really like this chapter...alot. So, be as brutal as possible please. :)

Disclaimer:I wonder if anyone pays attention to these...I'm going to put up random quotes from now on to see if anyone notices. And yall can try your best to guess where it's from! :D Anyway, I don't own Spring Awakening.

Pulse

Moritz Stiefel ran to the front door of the Gabor home, hoping that he hadn't missed Wendla's farewell. Though, of course, he had as was evident by her disappearance and the smile that was on Melchior's face.

"Has she left?" Moritz asked, hoping against all hopes.

"Yes, she has," Melchior said, the smile never leaving his face. Moritz looked off in the distance, trying to see a shadow, a flicker, anything.

There was nothing.

"Honestly, Melchi, I d-don't know what else to do," Moritz said, looking at his shoes.

"I'm sure we'll see her again soon, Moritz," Melchior said reassuringly.

"I'm talking about the c-carpenter," Moritz said, not looking up. "It feels like I'm b-being consumed by a sea of despair and I have n-no paddle to help me escape the oncoming tide." Melchior walked over to Moritz and placed his hands on Moritz's shoulders.

"Well, you know my opinion," Melchior said with a smirk. "But what I would suggest to do now is take advantage of the free time you have. What do you do while I'm at school and you don't have work?"

"Read. I've made it t-through a couple of those books that you suggested t-to me, Melchi. I have to say that they're not helping with my…problem." Melchior laughed.

"Even when I'm not with you, you're trying to please me. Take some time to yourself. Enjoy a walk through the woods, or a dip in the lake. Enjoy the summer heat while you can. It never does stay long," Melchior said. "And as for your 'problem,' there's a simple solution to that."

Moritz looked at him with a furrowed brow. "One you haven't shared with me before?"

"Yes, one that will stop the dreams."

Moritz gave Melchior a look of surprise. "Quick, share it with me." Melchior leaned in and whispered in Moritz ear as Moritz hung onto every word.

"Klutz! How can you be so stupid? I have told you already that you are not to touch anything while I am away," the carpenter screamed at the trembling boy. "Idiot!"

"B-b-but you were concerned with your errands and w-weren't sure if you were going to be a-able to finish planing this rocking chair." Moritz gestured to the now broken chair lying in a heap on the ground. "I thought that I c-c-could help you by…by…"

"Being a complete oaf, as you always are?" the carpenter asked, glaring at Moritz.

"No, by planing the c-chair for you. I'm sorry," Moritz said, knowing that his apologies would be no use. He could already see the anger continue to rise in the carpenter.

Then, he suddenly returned to his normal, anger-withheld pose and said in a rough voice, "May I help you ma'am?"

Moritz was confused for a moment, but then he heard a voice from behind him reply, "Yes, about how much would it be for you to polish this?" the voice asked. Moritz turned to see a woman holding up a wooden staff.

The carpenter looked down at Moritz and said in a gruff voice, "I'll deal with you later, but for now, get out of my shop." Moritz didn't hesitate; he hastily made his way to the back exit as he heard the carpenter making pleasant conversation with the woman holding the staff.

Moritz shut the door behind him and immediately took in a breath of fresh air. He had spent so many hours in the carpenter's shop, he couldn't believe that there really was a sun. Though today there wasn't, which is what Moritz realized as he looked up at the pale, cloud-covered sky. But it was still better then staying inside with the carpenter. Moritz walked down the street, heading for the Gabor home when Melchior's words suddenly came to mind.

What do you do while I'm at school and you don't have work? Moritz froze as he remembered Melchior's advise. He looked around at the nearly vacant street and decided that he could stand to have a few hours to himself. With this thought in mind, he began heading for the lake. It was only a little way off the road and even in the summer it was only used for basic necessities. Moritz looked down at his own reflection in the water, imagining how the water would feel on his skin. He slipped his shoe and sock off before dipping his toe in the water. Warm. Moritz stripped down to his undergarments and began wading into the water. It did feel good. Moritz sat down in the murky lake, the water coming up to just past his abdomen. Moritz leaned back and discovered a log behind him. Moritz used this to his advantage as he sank into the waters until only his head was visible. It was here, with the calming effect of the water, the slight darkness of the sky, the absence of all others, that Moritz finally felt at peace. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, taking in what this felt like and committing it to his memory so he could look back on it in future times.

Melchior's voice returned to him again. One that will stop the dreams. Moritz opened his eyes and took Melchior's advice into consideration. If there was a time to try it, it would be now. First, make sure you're alone. Moritz quickly glanced around, assuring himself that he was alone in the water. Then, think of the most beautiful image you've ever seen. Whether it be from one of your dreams or an actual person. Moritz thought for a minute before deciding to go with someone who had appeared in both, Wendla, his angel. What's left is simple, remember what you have learned from the books and your body will handle the rest. Moritz closed his eyes and pictured Wendla in her long white dress, her long, black hair beautiful in the sun, her tanned skin sweating from the summer heat.

Suddenly, Moritz felt a movement in the waters. Not from any kind of animal, but from himself. He felt a little bit of movement right beneath his undergarments. He remembered a few times when this had happened before, but he had simply ignored it until the feeling passed. But now, immersed in the murky water and with no one in sight, he was willing to encourage this. He concentrated on Wendla in his mind's eye as his arousal became more and more prominent. Moritz opened his eyes, not sure what to do next. Remember what you have learned from the books. Moritz hand suddenly started acting on it's own as he pictured Wendla slowly slipping out of her dress, revealing one of her breasts. Moritz's hands rushed down to his manhood as he continued viewing the image. Your body will handle the rest. Moritz slipped his undergarments off, feeling a great release of pressure, while staying concentrated on Wendla, who was now slipping off the other side of her dress to reveal both of her breasts. Moritz pictured himself kissing her, touching her, tasting her. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as his angel's perfect image became more and more sensual. Moritz's left hand automatically began stroking his arousal. Moritz let out a gasp at the feeling, not believing the sensation that was taking place in his body. He was trembling as he began stroking himself faster and faster. Wendla was looming before him, slowly revealing more of herself to the boy. Moritz stayed completely fixated on her, not wanting to move. She was about to push the dress off of her slender hips and let it fall to the ground when Moritz felt a wave of tension pour over his body that was immediately followed by a backwash of relief.

Moritz opened his eyes, his image of Wendla now as dark and shadowed as the water that surrounded him. He could still feel his heart rapidly beating in his chest. He had never felt more relaxed. He needed to remember to go home and thank Melchior for helping him find a way to relieve himself and hopefully end those dreadful nightmares. He closed his eyes and thought of Wendla again. I'll always believe in you, Moritz. Moritz turned around, thinking he heard something. If you ever need a friend, I'm always here. Moritz recognized it as Wendla's voice. He thought back to the time she had convinced Melchior to stay just because Moritz had asked. She really was a good friend…Then what was he doing imagining her in a disposition that made her look like a fool? Even though he knew that Wendla would never lose enough decency to actually go around in the nude, she didn't need any help from him to give her such thoughts. This revelation caused him to think that what he had done a few seconds ago must have been wrong. But it had felt so good, so...right. How could he deny it if the urge strikes him again? Moritz let himself sink further into the water, letting it consume him as he downed in questions of his own.

OK, remember yall, brutal, like free-falling from the top of a 3000-foot cliff brutal. HIT ME HARD!!!