Noah.

"Noah?" he says my name.

"Yeah," I reassure him.

"So, No is a-"

I finish his sentence, "Nickname."

He lets out a little laugh, "I don't know what to say, but well done."

"Thank you," I curtesy. "My sister is the only one to actually call me that."

"I like your name the way it is," he replies. "I think Noah is perfect."

Another song starts to play when I finally look around the room. It's not the diner I had dreamed up, I don't even remember dreaming this.

"Where are we?" I ask him.

"Prom?" he tries to answer. "I've never gone to prom or homecoming."

"You never went to high school, a normal one that is," I point out.

"It looks so much like the ones I've seen on TV," he says.

"Do you think?" I start my question. "Do you think you could have created all of this?"

"That can't be possible," he responds, "the diner was your idea, we must still be in your dream."

I can't shake the feeling that there's something different about tonight. The rose, it came from nowhere. This gym. I thought it was me, but maybe it was him.

"Rover?" I call his attention. "Can you think of your favourite person in the whole world?"

"Of course I can," he smiles getting closer to me again.

"Anyone, but me," I clarify.

"Yeah," he focuses.

A high voice comes out from behind him, "Rover?"

He turns to see who's there, "Isla?"

The young girl takes a few steps towards him, "I miss you, when are you coming home?"

"Soon," he tells her.

"You better bring me something cool," she lightens up.

"You know I will," he promises her.

And just as she was there, she fades away. Rover comes back to me.

"That was my sister," he says, "I thought of her and then she appeared. Is this supposed to happen?"

"I've never seen anything like this before," I tell him. "Maybe we're more connected than we thought."

"That sounds kind of nice," he smiles.

"You just want me to kiss you again," I look up to him.

"Maybe," he answers.

This time, I pull him close, my hands on his blazer's collar. I press my lips against his, but not for too long.

"I don't know what to think about all this," I say to him.

"I want to see where this goes," he replies. "I like you. I want to spend every night with you."

I take one of his hands in mine, "We don't have a choice."

"I guess not," he agrees.

"But," I start, "I want to too. I've never felt this way about anybody before."

I'm not sure what else I'm supposed to say or do. Never in billions of years would I think that my one and only crush would ever ask to date me. In the real world, we live in two completely different sections of society. He's famous, I'm a student, I don't know if anyone would ever believe it.

"Let's go into the hallway," he leads me.

Lockers line the walls, their red paint starting to chip.

I don't really know why he wanted to come out here, but I'm quick to push him up against the lockers. Their metal clashes and I'm near him again just millimetres apart.

I put my hand around the back of his neck and kiss him with all the desire running through me. He keeps us together, his hands on my back and we barely stop for air. I never want to live in a world where I'm not able to be like this with him.

We're eventually back in the gym slow dancing to the music. My head's resting on his shoulders, yet I can't help but look at him.

"Should we meet?" I ask him. "Out there, when we're awake?"

"I want to," he says, but I can tell that's not all of it, "but I don't know when I'll have the time. Why don't you come to me?"

"I've got school," I tell him, "I'm so close to finally getting my degree."

"What if you come to one of my concerts?" he suggests.

"I don't have time to travel out of town," I say.

We continue to sway slowly, "Where do you live?"

"Canada," I answer, "Ottawa."

He lets out a breath, "I imagined you being closer to me."

"I wish I was."

We've been in this amazing dream for what seems like hours and I don't know how much time we actually have left tonight.

"I can't wait to see you tomorrow," I tell him as we stand in the middle of the room.

"Where are we going to go?" he asks me.

I move a strand of his hair out of his face, "Surprise me."

"If anything," he says, "I promise not to put us in a haunted house again."

Not even a second later, everything fades away and I'm back in my bedroom.

The sun was bright and shining under my window curtain. Slowly, I got myself out of bed and down the stairs. My mom and my sister are still home eating breakfast and having a cup of coffee.

"Good morning darling," my mom says.

"Hi mom," I reply as I settle at the kitchen table.

"We were thinking of having a movie night tonight," she tells me.

"Yeah," I agree, "that sounds like a great idea. What did you have in mind?"

"Titanic?" Diana suggests.

"Sure, but don't you cry every time you watch it?" I point out to her.

She dramatically puts a hand over her chest, "The feels! How can I not?"

I shake my head as she gets up to throw her plate in the sink and grab a few of her things that she inevitably stuffs into her purse. She walks towards the door to put her shoes on.

"I'm almost done with that book cover," I tell her.

She flips her hair back to see me better, "Which one?"

"The Rover Baxton fanfiction," I say.

She stares at me awkwardly, "The who?"