*ping*

I sigh, getting up, off my bed. From where I was doing my homework. I look at my phone that was sitting on my desk, charging.

??? - Hey Y/N I need ur opinion

Y/N - ???
Who is this?

??? - Oh, it's Gabe

'Urgh, why would he need my opinion?'

Y/N - What's up?

Gabe - Do u think my hat at MORP was stupid?

Y/N - Hmm, no but that scarf was

Gabe - What? No, it wasn't!!!!!

Y/N - Yeah it was. Anyway, how did you get my number?

Gabe - Got it from someone. I just wanted ur opinion on my clothes

Y/N - Why me? I'm not that into fashion

Gabe - Because if u think it's weird then it probably is
Ugh gotta go see ya

Y/N - Wait, who gave you my number?
Gabe? Read 7:47 pm

I put my phone down and get back to my homework.

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I arrive at a train station and look around.

"Hey, I'm glad you could make it. You look really pretty in that dress. You ready to go?" Gabe asks while putting his hand out for me to grab.

I nod and take his hand. We walk and I notice I'm in a long vintage rockabilly dress and kitten heels. We walk into a building playing 50s swing music. I just now realize he's wearing a green button-up shirt, half done up and tucked into his black jeans, bottoms cuffed, with a black belt and matching boots.

We're at a club and everyone is dressed in the same style. Gabe drags me onto the dance floor, we don't know what we're doing but it's fun. He spins me around, making me laugh.

"This is the.... most hip time I've ever had, my.... cool cat." he says while he shrugs.

"Apple butter! But you're right, this bash is the bee's knees. It's been a blast. Now give me a peck." I say leaning in......
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I shoot up straight in my bed and look at my phone.

'3:46 am, ok..... what was that dream? Why Gabe? Why the 50s outfits and lingo? Urgh. Nope, no, it was just a random dream, maybe because I talked to him. It wasn't because I like him, I can't. I mean he turned down B/F/N, she probably still likes him. But I wouldn't think about it, even if she didn't like him anymore. Friend-code and all.' I sigh and lay back down.

'I should try to get some more sleep. With a normal dream or better yet, no dream at all.' I close my eyes and try to sleep.

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I sigh as I plop down at my lunch table.

"Hey Y/N, you look tired." B/F/N says.

"Yeah, I just had a weird dream last night." I say.

"Oh, what of? Aliens?" She says waving her hands around.

"Heh, Nah, just a dream about going on a date." I say opening a bag of chips.

"How is that weird?" She tilts her head.

"It was with someone I haven't thought of like that before. Someone I still don't think of like that. And before you ask I'm not gonna tell you who." I pop a chip into my mouth.

"Awe no fair, I'm your bestie, you have to tell me..... Hmph, fine. At least tell me if they've been in your dreams before, you know like not on a date." She crosses her arms.

"Now that you mentioned it, yeah. I guess they have. Like hanging out with friends and they're also there, sure. Anyway, the dream was also weird because it was the 50s themed. Like the clothes, music, even the way we spoke, but that was more like we were trying to fit in. I think it was set in the modern day but we were at a 50s club? Or something." I say staring off into space.

"Right, ok, well human minds are weird. It could be the start of a crush or a want for friendship or it could just mean nothing. Maybe you should keep a dream journal, if anything it could be good inspiration for a story." (*wink wink*) She says while eating a carrot stick.

"A dream journal? Like that kid from Sharkboy and Lavagirl? Hmmm, maybe." I say as Gabe nods at me and walks by.

"Did Gabe just nod at you?"

"Yeah, he somehow got my phone number, he asked my opinion on his hat? Which was kinda weird, since I have no style." I say as I get up and throw my wrapper in the bin.

As I sit back down B/F/N says "Maybe he likes you. I mean you give off a rock/pop-punk vibe, you fit his esthetic."

"Don't be ridiculous, first of all, I don't have a vibe, if anything it's more of a lazy skater vibe. Second of all, he wears fedoras and scarves, that's not very punk-rock, it's not even pop-punk." I say.

"Patrick Stump? Pete Wentz?" She says.

"Ok, but he looks more like Justin Bieber or Cody Simpson than Patrick Stump. Plus I wouldn't even reciprocate the feeling, remember I told you, he's a self-centred idiot, also friend-code and all that." I say.

"Friend-code is only for if I still liked him or had dated him. My name on him was only written on a sticky note and it's blown away. If he wants you, don't put me in your pros and cons to help decide if you should date him." She says gesturing with her hands.

I laugh. "Well I still don't think of him like that but at least it makes the hypothetical don't date him side of the scale lighter." I say as the bell rings.

Before I walk into class I get a *ping* on my phone.

Gabe - Were you guys talking about me?

Y/N - Were you eavesdropping?

Gabe - No, you just went into a conversation after I nodded at you.

Y/N - Oh, then yes we were talking about how you look like Justin Bieber.

Gabe - Liar

I put my phone in my bag and walk into class.

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While lying on my bed, I quickly write down what I could remember of my dream last night in my brand new journal. Only putting his name as an initial and place it on my bedside table. I climb under the covers and slowly fall asleep.

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Two weeks have passed and thankfully no dreams of Gabe. I have been talking to him more though, about his clothes, what we like to do for fun and other stuff we like. Maybe he isn't as self-centred as I thought, he still thinks he's an amazing rockstar though, which is still just as annoying as ever.

I've been writing down all of the dreams I can remember. They're mostly about getting a cat or fun stuff I'd like to do, and a few nightmares too.

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"Oh let's go in here." Gabe says as he pulls me into a music store.

He smiles wide as he spots a record.

"Oh you should listen to this band, they're from Canada and a light rock group." He says grinning.

I smile at him and walk down the aisle, occasionally picking up a disk and looking at it then placing it back.

"Whatcha looking at?...... Oooh, they're a good band. Similar to the GGGGs." he says as he wraps his arms around my waist.
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I wake up and sigh.

'Well, I better write this down. Leaving out that ending though.' I think.

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I walk into my room with some food and see B/F/N sitting on my bed....... READING MY DREAM JOURNAL.

"Hey, don't read that." I say throwing a bag of fruit gummies at her.

"You seem to have a few dreams about dating someone, are they all about this 'G' guy?" She says not looking up from it.

"Um, hello. Personal item!" I say grabbing it.

"Um, hello. I was the one to tell you to start a dream journal. Plus there's nothing too embarrassing in here." she says taking it back.

I sigh and lay on my bed.

"No, just the first one. The others were faceless guys. It's the cat dreams that seem to be telling me something." I joke.

"Who is 'G'? Someone from school?"

"Not telling you, not yet. If I never have another dream with him as my date then it won't even matter." I say.

"One more dream about him, date or friend, you tell me ok?" She says still reading my journal.

"Deal."

She sits up. "Wait for a second, you lied to me. Last night!?!?! You, had, a dream, about 'G', last night? Then lied to my face today?!"

"Ok yes, I lied, well I mean it might not have been a date, so technically I didn't lie but sorry. Look I promise the next time I even just dream his face I'll tell you." I look her in the eyes and she nods.

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"Come on, let's get a table." Gabe says as he grabs my hand and pulls me to a diner table and slides into a booth.

"What do you want to eat? I'm gonna get a burger and a milkshake." he says.

"Yeah, I'll have the same." I say smiling.

He goes up and orders for us. As he sits back down he grabs my hand.

"I'm happy we've started dating, you're Amazing." he says looking into my eyes.

"Me too, I love you." I say.
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'Uh, not again.' I think. I write it down and go back to sleep.

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"Hey, hey, hey girls. How's it hanging?" Gabe says as he slides onto the bench, sitting next to me at my lunch table.

"Don't think, just because I talk to you over text, that we're friends." I say moving over slightly.

"Oh don't be like that Y/N, we've gotten quite close, right?" He says wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

I blush and move out of his grip. I cough and say "Sure, I guess. What do you want?" B/F/N nods in agreement.

"I wanted your opinion on my outfit today." he says standing up and slowly spinning.

"Again with this, why ask me? I have no idea about clothes... I guess it's better than usual, with nice basic colours nothing too garish. Headphones are a good touch." I shrug and eat an apple slice.

"Wow, so nice. Maybe I should dress like you, in flannel shirts and skinny jeans." He says.

"Well that would look better on you.... urh um, I mean it would look good on anyone. A very universal look, you know, skaters, rockstars, punks, chubby and skinny people, short and tall, everyone can rock this look, heh." I say quickly say, looking at the table and playing with my fingers.

"So you could do that, but you'd blend in and you wouldn't want that because you're an attention seeker." I look him in the eyes and smile.

"Ouch, that hurt. Look, perhaps you could help me pick a new look. It would be easiest if you just come clothes shopping with me this weekend." He crosses his arms with a smirk.

"I, uh, I don't.." I try to say.

"Great see you then. I'll text you the details. Bye." he says with a wink and then walks away.

I watch him walk away and then slump on the table.

"Gosh, he's tiring. And you, you didn't help me. You just sat there and watched." I say looking up at B/F/N.

"So, got yourself a date have ya?" B/F/N says, smirking.

"What are you......? Wait, no. I, I didn't agree to..... Do you think so?" I question.

"So I was right he's 'G'?" She whispers.

"Ugh, yeah. Oh, and I had another dream last night. What a coincidence?!" I whisper back.

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Omg I spent way too long on this, (I've spent like 5 nights, past midnight most nights BTW so most of it is probably bad) it's far too long (about 2100 words) and I'm not satisfied with that ending, I'll probably have a part 2 but don't expect it soon.

Someone wanted me to update this book, and I really needed to anyway, haven't done so since August apparently. And I really wanted to write about that first dream, so I thought why not make it for this book? Also, I could have sworn I had two one-shots in this book but no.

Is this based on my real dreams? Yeah, a little, tho the guy in my dreams is a massive sweetheart and nothing like Gabe. (Yes he's a real person that I personally know, so it is kinda weird for me to dream about him)

I realize that I made Y/N a specific kind of character, I always try to make my reader inserts to be as inclusive as possible but most of the time I'm just writing Y/N like me, so my personality comes through.

I'm now writing at a party, which is fun, not.

Not gonna lie I kinda didn't want to continue writing this as it was getting too long. But I made myself do it.

Please as always, if you see a mistake please tell me. I'm trying my best.

That's all for now.

Goodbye

Drew X