Sunday 14th August

I immediately felt bad for dreaming of such a thing, but to be fair, I don't think you can really help what you dream about. What confused me was that when I slowly turned my head sideways, Ludwig wasn't there next to me. I was alone, but luckily, it gave me the chance to calm and compose myself. I felt hot all over and my legs stuck to the duvet and I struggled as I reached over and picked my phone up off the bedside table.

The sun was poking through the drapes, so it was obviously day, but I looked at my phone anyway. The time said 07:38 am, so I assumed that Ludwig was downstairs, which I thought was unlike him because he normally didn't get up until near eleven o'clock. I guess it's summer and you would get even hotter if you stay in bed for longer, so it would make sense to get up earlier and the days are longer as well.

I slowly peeled back the thin blanket I was lying under, lifted myself off the bed and touched the backs of my legs. They were all sweaty from that horrific dream I had and then I worried what Ludwig was going to say, so I flattened out the blanket, went into the downstairs bathroom, ran my hands under the cold faucet and started rubbing water on them in order to cool myself down. I must've been sitting on the toilet seat rubbing cold water on my legs for some time because when I got up, I rested my arm on the edge of the sink and I seemed to pass out; I felt so lightheaded.

After about a minute, I was conscious again and I slowly realised that I was staring at the floor in Ludwig's downstairs bathroom and then there was a smell of something sweet wafting through the gaps in the door. I knew I had smelt it once or twice, but not for a long time. I opened the door and walked into the kitchen. Ludwig was standing there with a frying pan and there were small pancakes cooking in it. They looked delicious and despite eating all of those snacks last night, my stomach was rumbling.

"Oh, hi." Ludwig said upon seeing me. He smiled and put his left arm around me. "Did you sleep well?"

I nodded but I kind of admitted I was lying without actually saying so because I told him all about my dream, but apart from that, I slept peacefully. When I had finished, he replied with, "I know what that's like. Do you think you'll keep thinking about it everyday and it stops you from enjoying yourself because it keeps on eating away at your mind? I hate that."

"Well, I have a feeling that that's going to happen, yeah." I replied.

"Actually," Ludwig said. "I think you did the right thing, telling me about it and why don't you tell Iggy when you go home?"

I thought for a moment. Even though my dream consisted of him meeting his doom, I was ready to tell him. After all, I would tell Iggy anything. Me and Ludwig sat down in the living room, ate our breakfast and stuck on the TV. Before I knew it, it was time for me to pack away all my things and make my way home. I don't know why I was so paranoid about leaving something behind because I only lived a few doors away and Ludwig was my best, best, best friend and he knew whether something was mine or not.

At the door, we hugged each other for a long time before I said goodbye and walked off in the direction of home. When I walked in through the front door, I was greeted with hugs and I felt very comfortable when Lemmy hugged me tight because it made me feel that he looked up to me. I put my arms around him too; I wanted him to know that I loved him dearly. We were both standing in the living room and we saw Iggy sitting on the couch so we decided to slump down beside him.

Iggy put an arm around us both and asked me, "Did you have a nice time?"

I tilted my hand side to side and did the 'so-so' sign. "Meh, it was okay."

"Just okay?" he asked. "Well, what made it 'just okay'?"

"Well, er…" I stumbled for words, but I remembered what Ludwig said and I told Iggy and Lemmy all about my dream and that I didn't want that thought to ruin everything throughout the fun times. "It kind of ruined the sleepover a bit though." I said. "But thank god it was near the end."

"You know, you don't have to worry about Mom doing something like that because she wouldn't want to be around us anytime soon." Iggy said with a comforting expression on his face. "But apart from that horrible nightmare, everything went great?"

"Yeah." I replied, then I turned back around to look at the TV.

When the programme finished, me and Lemmy walked out of the living room.

"I haven't frightened you with that dream have I?" I asked him as we made our way upstairs and into his bedroom.

"Nope, I'm alright. I was just a bit worried for you because I know what it's like to have nightmares like that. I always get the feeling where I scream out to Iggy as loud as I can, but no sound comes out. I don't get why that happens because it just makes the nightmare seem more scary."

"I don't know." I said. "But I actually feel a lot better after talking to you and Iggy about it." There was silence before I hung my head and said, "Aw, man. Now that Blue Oasis is out of the way, there's nothing for me to look forward to now."

"You've got your birthday." Lemmy suggested.

"That's like, nearly two months away now." I replied.

"I know, but it's just something to look forward to."

"I suppose. I guess I should make the most of the summer because I don't want to go back to school."

"Same. It's just so boring and lonely sometimes."

I was aware that Lemmy didn't have many close friends at school. I used to be the only person he could talk to and I remembered him crying his eyes out on my last day of Primary School because he would be all alone without me sticking up for him whenever he got bullied and when I started Year 7, it was really strange being in a school with no younger kids. But now that I'm going into Year 8 in September, I'm kind of used to being barged out the way in the corridors, but at least we're not the 'babies' anymore. I knew I didn't have to worry because it's ages until we go back again. I took my mind off of school by hanging out with Lemmy in his room all afternoon, but in the evening, I decided to hang out with Wendy.

The reason why I'm friendly with girls at school is because I have a sister and I'm used to being around girls. I'm kind of jealous because nearly every boy in my year has a girlfriend, except for my two close friends, Jesse and Jordan. I'm guessing that all the girls at Quinstone High don't date guys because of their personalities. I just think that's stupid because you could have a really good looking guy, but they're really nasty and rude, or you could have an ugly guy, but they could be the nicest person you know. None of the girls at school like me, (apart from Louisa) and I'm not sure about what I'm going to do with my love life.

Before Iggy and Abi got together, I talked to him about this and he said that I shouldn't worry because he was six years older than me and he hadn't even got his first girlfriend yet. I would never know if a girl liked me or not because some girls could be really selfish and only date me just for being American, or they would think I was a show-off all because I came from a rich country and they wouldn't want anything to do with me. But, I just want everyone to know that aside from my accent, I think I'm like any other British citizen and they should not judge a book by its cover.

AN: Hello guys, apologies if you thought that this chapter was a bit of a waste of space, but it was just one to piece this chapter and the previous one together. Again, apologies if you found it a bit useless, but I promise you that there are…er…about 250 odd pages worth of this and it does get more interesting. Perhaps you guys will grow to like this story in the future, but I want to say a gargantuan thank you to those who did enjoy this chapter! That would make me very happy since I feel that I didn't really do well with this one. Anyway, have a great day people! :)