"No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I'm not a prude," I shouted, pacing the testing room, "I'm just... what the fudge was that?! That doesn't happen. Sure, there's making out, and sometimes it gets a little heated - but we've never insinuated that! I'm done with this..." I took deep breaths, "I need to stop dreaming these. If I keep dreaming like this I'm gonna end up dreaming about another guy when I'm married!"

Dr Demonico raised an eyebrow at me as I stopped pacing suddenly, "Are you done ranting yet?"

I nodded slowly, "I think..."

"Great," she muttered, "It was getting annoying. Please leave; we need to finish the tests so we can put a bit more information together."

I growled at her and flipped my blonde hair as I walked to the door. 

She raised a hand quickly, "Oh, and Natalie, dear? Who's to say you won't be married to Christian?" She gave me a mischievous grin and I felt my blood boil. 

I let out a small screech as I opened the door and marched past the others. Emily stopped me with an outstretched arm, "What on earth happened?"

"I hate life!" I shouted, scaring everyone in a three-kilometer radius, and stormed to the elevator to go to dinner.

***

Whitney pressed her lips together across the table and then eventually asked, "Why do you look like you're planning murder on your meat?"

I scowled and cut a piece of my steak off, swallowing it down. 

Whitney sighed, "So, you're just going to ignore me, then?"

I glanced up at her, gave Whitney a small smile, and looked back down at my meat.

Emily plopped herself down next to me, "Man, I hate being the last person in the roll order."

I just took another bite of my meat as Whitney greeted her. 

Emily banged her fist on the table, making me jump, "Em!"

Em glared at me, "No 'hello, best friend'?"

"Hello, best friend?" I shrugged and went back to my food. 

Em shouted, "No!" and effectively drew the attention of everyone in the dining hall. She gave them a small smile and they went back to their own conversations. 

Emily crossed her arms, "Natalie Anne Roberts - who put a stick up your ass?"

Whitney sighed, "She's been like this since she went into the testing room."

Em smirked, "Interesting. What was it that Dr Demonico said, again, Whitney?"

"That it was our worst fear?" Whitney asked, "Because I dreamt that Prada handbags were going to turn into monsters and eat the world... And, if you think about it, that might be the reason they're so expensive..."

I stared at her numbly. That was her worst fear? God, I need to take this girl rock-climbing or something...

Em rolled her eyes, "I was literally spinning around in pitch blackness. Strange noises were coming at me, left and right, but I couldn't see anything - I didn't even have a sense of orientation. Once, something even brushed my legs and I screamed like a maniac."

Em's gaze suddenly shifted from us and she beamed, "Hey Shawn. How's my favourite Roberts twin going?"

Shawn raised an eyebrow, "Why am I your favourite?"

"Because there's only two of you and the other one is being an annoying pain in the ass," Em glared at me, accusingly. 

Shawn matched Em's glare and looked at me, "What's wrong with you?"

He took a seat - without asking - and it looked like Whitney was about to swallow a lemon. She'd gotten rejected the other day, hadn't she? Who knows... it's kind of hard to keep track of Whitney's love life. 

I shrugged simply, "Nothing's wrong with me."

"She speaks!" Em called out, and again drew everyone's attention.

Uncontrollably, I found myself searching the room, yet again, for the one boy who could possibly understand what just happened. I found him at his usual table with Ryan, Liam and... I think his name was Daniel? He wasn't looking at me though. Instead, he was staring blankly down at his food, while the others made an attempt to talk to him. 

Instead of finding comfort in him, my cheeks warmed up. I felt a shiver crawl up my spine - remembering how his hand had trailed up there earlier against my bare skin. My lips went numb - remembering how his own had attacked them. My hands went cold - remembering the warmth they had when they were against his abs. 

I looked away immediately, gasping in for air. I couldn't fall for Christian. Falling for him was stupid, ignorant and... stupid! Besides, I hardly even know the guy. 

I would do anything to make sure I didn't fall for him. 

Em said glumly, "You were staring at him."

"No," I shook my head, "I just happened to rest my eyes on Christian."

"So it was Christian you were staring at?" she asked, giggling slightly.

I scowled at her, "Shut up."

Shawn rolled his eyes, "You know what my deepest fear was? That she would fall for a guy..."

"Really?" I made a face at him.

"No," he said seriously, "I have a better social life than having to worry about my sister's love life. My biggest fear was oblivion..."

"Like Augustus Waters?" Emily said with wide eyes.

He narrowed his eyes at her, "Uh... yeah, something like that."

I held in a smile. A few years ago, Shawn had the biggest obsession with TFIOS. And he is trying to live it down, but I mentioned John Green's new book the other day and he almost fainted. 

Em squealed, "That's so cute! Just please don't die of cancer."

"Not planning to," Shawn shifted in his seat before standing up, "Yeah... I'm gonna go back over to my friends now..."

He stood up too quickly and headed over to Christian's table. I didn't miss the way Emily's eyes darkened when he left. She sighed, "He's so dreamy."

I shuddered, "That's my brother, Em."

Whitney winced, "And he was pretty rude when he rejected me..."

Em made a face at the two of us and went to eat. 

I glanced back to my brother, quickly, but instead I caught Christian's eyes. 

All the feelings from before rushed back and I watched as his cheeks slowly lit up with a faint blush. He slowly went to stand up. Crap... was he coming over here? No. He couldn't... Everyone would know what my fear had been.

I couldn't handle this. 

I was going to promise myself: I would not fall for the guy I've been dreaming about for the past three years.

I rushed from the dining hall without any more warning - but I couldn't handle being in that stuffy room. It had been too... hot in there.

***

(A/N: I'm not sure how good my writing is... so I'm not sure if this is 'graphic' or not... but if you don't like dead bodies or stuff like that, skip the italics and go to the next bold part)

"Park?" I whispered, looking around the classroom. It was night again... no big deal. I'd be fine. 

There was a slight noise in the corner of the room and I giggled slightly, "Park, you aren't very good at hiding."

I moved to the corner, but as I bent my head past the filing cabinet, I furrowed my eyebrows. There was nothing there. 

I looked around the room carefully, "Park... I'm scared. Please tell me if you're here..."

No response. Slowly, I moved out into the hall. I looked to my left and took a few steps out. There was nothing but more classrooms. I looked to my right, down to the elevator. 

I screamed loudly. 

It jumped out at me like a gun in the darkness; like a stallion in a stable; like a... like a dead body in a school. 

Because that's what it was.

I screamed loudly again, crying down. Since when was this planned? I took a few paces and craned my neck to see who it was. They'd be remembered - and I'd make sure of it. 

I took raggedy breaths and looked to see the face. 

I screamed, and screamed, and screamed. Shrieks, shouts, cries, screeches, bawls filled the hallway, but no one came. 

Because Christian Park was lying in a pool of his own blood...

***

(A/N: For those of you who skipped: the general gist was that dream-Nat found dream-Park dead in a hallway.)

The image was burned into my brain. If I had seen anybody lying dead like that in my dreams, I would have been terrified. But I would have realised it was just a dream... but because it was me and Christian... things were different. Not because I might have a small crush on him that I have to fight back, but because our dreams are messed-up. 

I was screaming myself awake eventually, and I woke to find Em trying to settle me down again. No doctors, no Shawn. I screamed again, "He's dead! He's dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead!"

I had had no sense of reality or dreamscape. I was convinced for quite a long while that Christian Park was dead. 

But Emily eventually soothed me down enough to say quietly, "He's not dead... he's been curled up on his bed, staring at blank space for minutes... Shawn doesn't know what to do with him either... But he's alive, and he'll be fine - just like you."

I held Emily tightly, "I was so sure..."

Em whispered, "Do you need to see the doctors?"

I looked up at her. 

In the past three years, I developed insomnia, sleep apnea, dreams of me making out with a - previously - unknown boy, met the unknown boy, knowledge that known boy experiences the same dreams, dreams of me having 'it' with known boy and dreams of me watching known boy dead...

And the two people that know what is going on won't do a thing to help. 

"Nattie... do you need to see the doctors?"

I shook my head slowly, "They're not gonna do anything anyway..."

Em frowned, "How could you be so sure?" she patted my head soothingly. 

"They haven't done anything yet."

There was a long pause. 

"Want to sneak down to the kitchen and see if we can get an early breakfast for you?" Em asked.

For some reason, the mention of food made my stomach flip and turn. I shook my head, "I'm not hungry."

"Oh," her eyes widened momentarily, "Uh... well, school starts in three hours. See you in English?"

"Sure," I muttered and flopped back down beneath the covers.

Song: Eyes Wide Open - Sabrina Carpenter

xx Sharky... *mwahahahhahaha*