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Chapter 5- The Dream

That night, I had the same dream about "Greaser Idol" that I had dreamt about months before. I tossed and turned in my bed, moonlight shining on my silky hair. My body may have laid on the hospital bed, but my mind had lay awake in another universe.

I walked up through an old fence, up to an abandoned area where seven boys could be spotted hanging up posters for an upcoming event. I smirked slightly, I knew these boys.

"Hello, boys," I said, playfully, yet surprised to here a slight Southern accent come out of my own mouth. I wasn't my usual, quiet self, but in this dream, I was a player. I ran in my gorgeous, high heels, over to a boy with brown/reddish hair and green/greyish eyes, flinging myself into his arms.

"Hiya guys," I said, looking each of them up and down. They were so much different then what they seemed to be in real life. Two-Bit, drunk and constantly getting yelled at by his friends? Ponyboy, secretly gifted at playing guitar and singing? And strangest of all, Johnny, cussing and having Dallas be afraid of him? These were not the boys I'd expect them to be.

"What are the posters for?" I asked, picking one up and examining it.

"Greaser Idol," Ponyboy responded, "Ya know, like, singing and dancing and stuff."

"I want to be a part of it," I said, my eyes gleaming. My dream-self was Soc like, but my usual self would've been too scared to perform at "Greaser Idol". I felt like nothing could touch me in this dream, I felt,

FEARLESS.

"I want to sing Should've Said No." I continued, looking right at Ponyboy.

"Anything for you, sweetie." Two-Bit said, mocking Pony and falling over with laughter at his own joke.

"Two-Bit!" Everyone yelled, at the same time.

Just then, the Shepard boys and their cousin walked up. I smiled at their cousin, Angela, one of my best friends, and raced up to give her a big hug.

"Cody!" She yelled, hugging me back.

Meanwhile, Tim was examining a poster, and said, "What's a Greaser Idol?"

Everything started fading. Colors and swirls spun around me, then I jumped back into the real world.