Park playfully tucked my hair behind my ear, "Come on, Dove. I've got the entire collection of Disney movies for you to choose from."

"Fine," I said reluctantly and I stepped quietly into his dorm room. I pretended we weren't breaking the number one rule of The Facility as I shut the door behind us. 

I looked around the black room as Christian played around with the DVD player. Finally the TV whirred to life. Park grinned, "You can sit on my bed, if you want."

I blushed but moved across anyway and buried myself beneath the covers. Park crept in next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I dug my head into the crook of his neck and he dragged me into his lap as we watched the movie. 

For once, it wasn't highly heated. For the first time in forever, I didn't feel rushed to do anything with Park. 

And it was perfect.

"Dove..." he whispered, leaning his neck down to look me in the eyes, "Are you even watching Cinderella?"

I shook my head slowly, "How can I? You're right here and..."

Before I could finish that sentence I fell asleep in his lap. 

***

I woke up with a jolting start. What the... fudge was that? 

That one actually had a few facts right... like the dorm room and the no girls/boys in each other's room. But... 

"No!" I shouted immediately, "No, no, no!"

I shuddered. Watching Cinderella with Christian Park? And falling asleep in his lap? Is my dream-self crazy? Yes. Yes. Dream-Nat needs a mental institute.

I narrowed my eyes. If I dreamt that... then what did Christian dream? 

I leaped out of the bed, not caring about the time. 

I threw open my bedroom door and hammered my fist across the door to Dorm Room 16. It was open in just a few seconds. My brother glared at me, "It's 3am. Go away."

"No," I dared to object, "Where's that bonehead idiot of a roommate that you have?"

"Chris?" Shawn asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Yes!" I shouted, "Who else?!"

Someone yelled, "Keep it down, girly!"

I crossed my arms and glared at Shawn, before someone else responded, "No! What the fuck was that? Cinderella? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't even own any Disney movies..."

I stormed past my brother, knocking him into the door and stood in the middle of their dorm room, arms crossed, glaring at the speaker. He snapped his eyes up to me, "You!"

I whispered, "Me? You! You had the same freaking dream as me! Cinderella? Are you crazy?"

"Hey!" he didn't bother keeping his voice down as he leaped out of his bed, "You're the one that apparently fell asleep in my lap!"

"You kept calling me Dove!"

"And you kept calling me Park!"

"You invited me into your dorm room!"

"You walked into my dorm room!"

"You practically begged me," my mouth gaped at the accuser.

"Wait!" my brother shouted, "What the fuck are you two smoking?"

"He did it!" "She did it!"

Shawn took a deep breath, "I have no idea what is going on with you two, but it's 3am. Sleep time. So go back to your respective beds and sleep. You can continue this argument in the morning."

I glared once more at Christian before rushing out of their room. I banged my hand on their door loudly before collapsing into my own bed across the hall. 

I didn't sleep before these thoughts though:

One) Next time, I was going to kill dream-Christian.

Two) I need to have a chat with the doctors to see what the Tartarus is going on.

***

No one was in a good mood when I walked in to breakfast - late by five minutes. Christian was already addressing everyone as I walked to my seat. He narrowed his eyes at me and I rolled my own at him. I fell into my seat and Em gripped my arm tightly, "What the fudge were you and Christian Park arguing about at midnight for?"

"3am, actually," Diana growled at me. Yes - growled. 

"Nothing," I stabbed my waffle with my fork. 

The microphone crackled, "Since Natalie has finally decided to join us, she can give the pledge."

I spun around to stare at Christian in shock. Did he seriously just do that to me?

I poked my tongue to the side of my cheek as I scraped my chair back noisily and walked up to the podium. Christian leaned forward and whispered, "I see you have a reputation for not being punctual."

"I believe the term is tardy," I corrected and stepped forward to the podium. I recited the pledge quickly and stepped back, bumping into a hard body. Christian caught me by my arms before I fell and he put me back on my feet. 

He whispered, "Since you were so lazy and you woke me up this morning, you can organise a meeting with the doctors."

I turned around and looked at him in bewilderment, "What?"

He pulled me off the stage, much to my reluctance. Christian repeated himself, "You can organise the meeting with the doctors."

"What are you talking about?" I raised an eyebrow.

He crossed his arms and my eyes fell on his slightly bulging biceps. I tried to peel my eyes away but I thought, How often does this guy work out?  Is he naturally muscular or does he eat super-healthy?

"Once you're done eye-raping me..." he cleared his throat and I forced myself to look up to his reddish-brown eyes. 

He narrowed them, "You know as well as I do that the doctors know something is up. If anyone can tell us what's going on - it's the doctors."

I turned and scanned the dining room to find two pairs of brown eyes already meeting my own. I stiffened, "They know we're talking about them."

"Go," Christian ordered.

"I'm not a dog."

"You are one hell of a bitch in my ass, so go," Christian said.

I tightened my fingers into fists before I flipped my hair in his face, walking directly across the room. Dr Weston smiled briefly, "Hello Natalie."

"Doctors," I said stiffly, "I believe you can guess why I'm here."

Dr Demonico chuckled softly, "I knew you two would come sooner or later."

"Actually, he forced me to come over to you guys," I admitted, "But we want answers."

Dr Weston leaned down and whispered something in Dr Demonico's ear. She nodded quickly at him. He went on to say, "Your samples are still being processed. We definitely can't disclose any more information until they come through. And still... after that there are aftereffects we must consider."

"You're lying," a husky voice said right next to me and I jumped.

"Christian!" I half-shouted, placing a hand on my racing heart.

Said boy crossed his arms again, "You have our samples. It doesn't take that long. They would have been put in at the same time that our microchips were enabled."

Dr Demonico's face didn't even flinch, but Dr Weston full-on grimaced, "So what? We still have the power over the information. And for you two in particular... it's sensitive information."

"Why is it sensitive information to us?" I whined, my stomach grumbling a bit. 

"Because, for some reason," Dr Demonico frowned, "You two are intent on dreaming about each other. And we still need to study that."

"Thanks for the help," Christian scowled.

My stomach let out a loud growl and I pouted, "I'm hungry, so we'll all continue this conversation later."

"Hungry..." Christian mouthed and I stared at him for a split-second before I walked to my forgotten seat.

Song: A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes - Lily James

xx Sharky.