Cross sighed as he shut off his alarm. It was 5:00am. Cross wasn't much of a morning person, but today was the start of a new him and the new him didn't want to miss the first day of high school. After 20 minutes of perfecting his look cross headed out the door. He lived a 5 minute walk from school. Cross looked at the buzz going on in the school. The hallways flooded in bodies. No one here knew of a quiet orderly manner. Cross loved it here. He looked at his schedule. It was set up to his liking. "Cross!" Cross turned around to find dream heading his way. "Dream you go here too!" Dream nodded as he and cross hugged. "So what is your first class?" Dream asked as he looked at his schedule. "Science 101" "no way me too!" Cross looked at dream and smiled. They walked to class together. 

Cross and dream only had science class together. Cross sighed as he entered his least favorite class. English. Cross was starting to doze off until he heard the class door swing open. He looked at the figure infront of the class. "Mr. Nightmare you've been moved to my class why?" Nightmare just shrugged and took a seat in the way back. He shared a glance with cross as he made his way to the last desk in the back. Cross felt a light blush on his face as he looked at the board. Almost everyone was answering questions.  Except nightmare. "wait didn't dream say he had a brother named.."  cross blushed "nightmare".

All day cross thought about nightmare. He was so different from dream.  He had this feeling in his eyes that made cross's heart drop to his feet. At lunch cross sat with dream. Dream chatted away, but coss wasn't listening he was too busy looking at nightmare. He sat in the far corner of the cafeteria.  Nightmare sat alone his bangs covered his face. Earbuds blocked out the human sounds around him. His dark eyes stared into the abyss. Nightmare noticed a pair of eyes staring at him. He looked directly into them. Cross felt as if the air was taken out of his lungs when nightmare looked at him. The bell rung and it was time to get back to class. Cross quickly stood up and rushed to class. For the rest of the day he couldn't erase the way nightmare looked at him. It was mesmerizing.

Later that night cross laid in bed. Thinking about what had happened that day. How nightmare looked at him. How his dark eyes looked into him. Read him like a simple book.