My friend, A, and I call him stick hair. His hair is braided into thin braids that look like sticks and this short story is about him, I'll refer to him as S.H. I have him for my French class and in this dream we were there as well. And so were two other students, one Diana and the other Dereck. SH was sitting right in front of me and Dereck behind. I was talking to Dereck given how we're friendly with eachother and I didn't acknowledged S.H. it wasn't on purpose, there was just nothing that was said that could've gotten him to join our conversation, and it wasn't like he was talking anyways. After a while dereck got up and went to the very first seat to ask Diana something, then in that exact moment our teacher told us to get with a partner and discuss a French worksheet we had. I immediately tapped on S.Hs' shoulder and asked him to be partners. He agreed and turned halfway. I put my legs on his thighs as a way to show that I was comfortable with him and that we are friends too even tho we rarely even talked. He then laughed and we began to talk about non French related stuff. We had good conversation and there was lots of laughs.
