Chapter Four:
Dreams
I had crashed at the Curtis' house that night. I had just got up at the crack of noon, when Darry came stumbling down the stairs. It was one of his rare days off, and he had slept in.
"Ugh." He groaned.
"What's up, Superman?" I asked, grinning.
"I had the most horrible dream!" He muttered.
"Was it that one where you're on top of a pyramid, and lots of naked, screaming women are throwing little pickles at you?" I asked.
"...no."
"Ya know, I seem to be the only one who has that dream..." I said. He just stared at me, before shaking his head sadly, and making himself some coffee.
That dream isn't all that bad actually...