He's a Fanboy?!

He Was Only a Dream

i am literally so sorry i am really bad at this writing thing

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Loud guitar solos blare from my phone, jolting me awake. Strangely I have a heavy heart when I gradually open my eyes, and I come to the slow realization...

Brayden - in the library, when he lashed out at me... Was only a dream.

Then I flick myself in the head, because my mind needs to stop letting a stupid fanboy invade my life.

I force myself out of bed, spraying my face with water in the bathroom to wake myself up. Looking into the mirror (and my bedhead that currently resembles literal crap) I talk to my dad.

"Papa," I say it like I'm really talking to him, even though I know he's not really here. "you were so right. Romance is a pain in the ass."

I chuckle. "You probably would have slapped me for saying 'ass.' Don't think I didn't hear you say it all the time about mom, though. Yeah, don't worry. That's what I was thinking too, anyway.

"I really should have listened to you. What was that thing you said to me all the time? Oh, yeah.

"'No boys until marriage.'" Dad was always right.

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"Pinch me," I ask Brayden.

"What?"

"Pinch me," I thrust out my arm.

"What the hell, Elle?" he raises an eyebrow. "Oh hey, that rhymed."

I whisper "lame" in between fake coughs, and Brayden lightly kicks my shin.

"Siriusly, just pinch my arm."

Brayden mumbles a "fine" before pinching just below my inner elbow. I wince a little, but at least I know I'm not dreaming this time. I sit down.

"What was that for?"

"I needed to know if I was awake or not."

"Why, did you have a dream with me in it?" he smirks. I want to throw up and melt at the same time.

"Yeah, I was Tris and you were Will," I lie.

"Well, at least I'm your first thought in Insurgent. So... Who was Tobias?" he says, looking down.

"Um-Luke." I blurt. I want to say that I don't know why I said it, but I know internally that I really only said it to make him jealous. It was only fair after Callie, right?

I don't think it works, though, because Brayden chuckles. "He's a pretty cool guy. How long have you, um... How long have you known him?"

"Exactly as long as I've known you."

"Wait, really?" Brayden's eyebrows furrow. "I thought you guys were close. I mean, he knew your birthday and you guys are really intimate-"

"Intimate?" If I had been drinking something, I would've done a spit take.

"Yeah. I don't know. You guys seem to be close to each other a lot."

"Uh, yeah, sure. Didn't I tell you I practically had no other non-fictional friends before?"

"Elle, I saw you and Luke walk out of the cafeteria together yesterday," he wiggles his eyebrows. I debate on whether to bring up Callie or not.

But if I brought up Callie, it'd only be awkward. He wouldn't want to talk about his 'golden boy' life.

"It was a special occasion. I mean, we're friends now, sure, but I don't-we're not-he wouldn't be my Tobias."

He smiles. "Who would?"