Dream in a Dream

~I.O.U.~

[Johnny's POV]

"Hey Johnny." I heard from behind me and turned around too quickly. My eyes meet Ten's, but we quickly realized I threw my juice all over his shirt. My eyes grew bigger as his once white shirt turned red with cranberry juice all over it.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" I quickly grab my napkin and try to dry off the juice. "You scared me! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to!" I look at him and realize he's staring right back at me.

"I-I-It's okay. I'm sorry. Johnny." He laughs nervously. "Uh...I should go. My shirt."

I watched as Ten ran off and not turning back to look at me or anyone.

"Dude, did you grab his junk?" Mark looked with a smirk.

" You're a child." He laughed and hit the table a couple times shaking our plates. "Dang it. Now I feel bad. Damn it." I shake my head in disappointment.

"Then go solve the problem." As Mark says that I get up and go try to find him.

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[Ten's POV]

God. That was embarrassing. I didn't even talk to him, and I just left. Dang it.

"Ten? Ten? Are you in here?" I heard Johnny call out into the bathroom.

"Yeah." I waited as he peaked his head from around the corner. God he's so cute.

"I'm so sorry. Let me pay for the shirt at least. It was stupid of me to drink such a red drink anyways. Dang it. I'm sorry. Here take this, please." he said as pulled out his wallet and pulled out some dollar bills along with it.

"No no no!" I spoke as shook my head and hands. "It's just a shirt. If you wanted to repay me, spend more time with me. I need help with some math."

"Math? But we take music production. Why math?" he finally came around the corner and made eye contact with me.

"Ah. It's a backup plan. If music production doesn't work, I have dance production and math is a requirement for me, so I mind as well get it done now rather than later. You know?"

He shook his head in agreement. "Well, you're welcomed to my place anytime. Luckily math is my favorite. Just let me know when. I'm always av-"

"Tonight." I interrupted him. "If that's okay with you, of course." He shook his head in agreement really quickly. "I just need to change my shirt and get my stuff from my room, and I'll be over. Is that okay?"

"Yeah! Of course! I just have to clean up so I'm gonna go do that really quickly before you come!" He ran off. Which made me chuckle.

He's like a child. I can't wait. I should get going and get over to his place fast.

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[Johnny's POV]

"Geez! I've got shirts all over the place. When did I become this messy?! Bro. Is this an unhot hot pocket?! What's my problem?!" I spoke to myself. I quickly threw my sweatshirts into the laundry basket and ran to sweep the floors.

*DING DONG*

Damn it, it's him.

I put the broom away and ran to the door. I open the door to see him smiling with a plastic bag in his hand.

"I brought dinner." he held up the bag and I monition for him to come in. "Thanks. Nice place. It's so big for one person!" I watched as he placed the bag on the table and ran around like a kid in a candy store. "WOAH! Your TV is HUGE!"

I chuckled as he turns and looks at me and smiles. I smile back and rub my hair.

"So, my math. Wanna do it here?" he points to the dinner table.

"Nah. Let's just sit on the couch. It's softer and more comfortable." I response as I walked over to the couch and turn the tv on to some random channel.