He’s been in my dreams for two days now, but can it really mean anything? I mean Tyler and I don’t really talk much now after the big explosion. Besides that, can we really even ever be together? His slim toned body 5 foot 8 inches and short brown hair, and my 5 foot 9 inch average body and long brown hair can’t look good together can it? I suppose there’s only one way to find out.

It started out like any other Monday morning except this time I woke up from a dream. Not a nightmare, but a very realistic dream staring Tyler the 17 year-old that I’ve known since the 6th grade. You see I know things about Tyler; in fact my dream was about his biggest secret. I had dreamt that Tyler was finally coming out of the closet to the whole school with me by his side to help him through it. But it’s just a dream, it means nothing right? It was the third time I had had this dream, and enough was enough, I had to talk to him.

School came and went with no sighting of Tyler, so I thought it best to text him instead of waiting to “bump” into him.

“Are you still mad at me?” I sent.
Two minutes later his reply came, “Why are you talking to me right now Ethan?”
“Honestly, I’m not really sure.”
“Then please don’t talk to me right now, I don’t want to deal with your shit.”
“Just please listen, I know what you’re dealing with and I want to help. Meet me for coffee and if you don’t like what I have to say then I’ll never speak to you again. I promise.” I pleaded.
“Fine meet me at Scooters at 7.”

7 came around and still no sign of Tyler. By about 7:30pm he came walking through the doors.

“So you wanted to talk?” He asked bluntly.
“Yeah, sit down please. Tyler I never meant to tell Alex that you and Jeremy had broken up.