Right after listening to that song for about a thousand times, I fell asleep. I had a dream. No, it's not about segregation. I can't write one as good as MLK, Jr. But it was some weird dream , I'll tell you that.

My eyes were shut, and out of nowhere some voice comes on. "Welcome to Who Wants To Be A Millionare? !" My eyes shot open. Whaddya know? I was on the game show. I looked around to see who was playing. Ah, me. Of course. I looked around to see how much money I have. I only needed one question left to finish the game. "So Alex, it's the last question. Would you like to take the money, or go to the last question?" the host asked. Whatever, this is just a dream. "Yeah, sure," I said, slouching. The crowd went wild.

"Okay, this question has only 2 choices. It was a requested question by..." the host trailed off. "I don't know... there isn't a name on here," he said, looking at the card weird. He relaxed and asked me,"Are you ready?" I nodded. "Okay, here's the last question: Who would you choose? A: Nate, or B: Dean?" I looked at the host weird, then a person working back stage. She was working with putting up the questions on the screen. She shrugged at me. I looked a bit more closely. It was Mitchie.

The answer is pretty obvious, so I smiled out in the audience looking for Nate. His face was strained. Next to him was Dean, smiling like an idiot. My family that was sitting right behind them had blank expressions. I was taken back. The host waved his hand in front of me. "Huh?" I asked. "Oh, uh... A: Nate," I answered. "That's my final answer." The host looked at me. "Are you sure?" he asked, seriously. I nodded. "Yes," I whispered. "Well, Alex... I'm afraid..." he trailed off again. "That you will not be a millionare," he finished. The crowd screamed and booed. My eyes widened and my mouth instantly dropped. "I- I... What?" I asked. "I'm so sorry, Alex. I guess you should've just taken the money earlier," he apologized.

I woke up, screaming. Mom's hand was caressing my face. It felt the same whenever I was five and got hurt. "Sweetie, are you okay?" she asked. I looked around a little bit more. "What? Oh, it was nothing. Just a bad dream," I said. Mom was kneeling beside my bed, Dad was next to her. Justin was standing in the middle of my room, glaring down at me. Max was at the doorframe, rubbing his eyes. "Really? Justin said that you were screaming," Dad said. "Oh, uh... I'll get over it," I said, looking at Justin.

"What was it about, at least?" Max whispered. Even half-asleep he was nosy. "Nothing important. Just colors and loud noises," I answered. "False alarm,"Justin said. "Let's all go back to sleep, please?! It's like 3 in the morning!" I rolled my eyes. Mom stroked my hair. "Alex, if it comes back again, will you promise to tell us what's wrong? We want to help," Mom said, worriedly. "Yes, sure," I said, as everyone was filing out of the room. Justin was in the back. Once everyone was out, Justin walked back in. "What do you want Justin?"I asked, rolling over so I don't have to face him. "You're cheating for real, aren't you? With Dean and Nate?" he asked. "What?" I asked rolling over.

"Your dream, it's... you weren't just screaming. You were yelling,"No! I can't loose!I'm right! I want Nate! Not Dean!" Justin seriously imitated. I rolled over to look at him. "Well, Dean's getting all jealous of me and Nate. He doesn't know we that we're even together. He's already trying to keep me away from him and threatening Nate!" I said, gaining more and more consiousness. "I know, I'm not blind. It's always where they're forced to be with each other. The set. Alex, you have to solve this. Our careers will sink way down low if the press find out, and they're already onto you. " I looked down at the floor. "Just think about it, 'kay?" Justin asked. I nodded, and he walked out of the room.

Justin was right. If we didn't solve this quick, then I'll be known as the tramp. Nate's will end up as some... girlfriend stealer like I'm known as the boyfriend stealer. My relationship with Nate would eventually mess up. The world doesn't want us to be together, or at least Hollywood. Dean would plan something to end our career if we don't stop seeing each other. But that doesn't matter right? My reputation will be shot, but I wouldn't care as long as I have Nate. I'll work at Ben & Jerry's, or McDonalds. But then again, Nate's reputation will go down too... but isn't the whole point of dating for the press is to get people to realize that we'll be together forever? What if they don't realize that? What if they do, but our relationship fails?

If our fans don't realize that we're dating and that's that, I'd loose my rep. I can't bring down my family's reputation, either. They'll be known as 'Alex's little or big brother', or 'Alex's mom; the person who raised her. Dad too. What about the Grey's? If I messed up Nate's reputation, I would mess up Connect 3's. If I messed up Connect 3's, then their show would loose its viewers and their mother and father will loose their jobs, too. And little Frankie. What about his bright, confident future ahead of him?

"I-I have to break up... with Nate," I said to myself, tears close to spilling.

I am so sorry about this, but this is the end of the chapter. Sorry it's too short, but I had to add a cliffhanger. It's a habit of mine whenever I'm bored.

Jenna