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You dream too loud.

"What does that mean?"

Remember?

"No." Ami sighed.

You have the worst dreams. Not even dreams.

"Ami?"

Nightmares.

"About what?"

I'm glad you don't remember. They are so sad.

"Tell me." I said.

No.

I sigh. There is silence in the room. Adrien is gone. I sit up, maybe he was forced to go back to his room. His father truly hated me.

Guess he isn't as perfect as he seems.

"Guess so..." I said. I changed and was stretched out on the bed bored out of my mind when the door opened. I sat up, it was Adrien.

"Let's go!" He said.

"Go where?" He came over and sat next to me.

"How about the zoo?" He suggested.

"The zoo?"

"Yeah! The popcorn is great!" He said. I smiled.

"Okay, let's go to the zoo." I made a guess that I just wasn't allowed in the house any longer.

But I didn't mind since I was spending time with him. And I had a chance to be a better friend. And that's all I wanted.

"I'm hungry." I told him as we walked down the hallway.

"Let's stop by that bakery and get something from there." He said.

"How come we can't have breakfast here?" I asked.

"I think it would be more fun if we went out, I'll pay." I sighed. Guess his dad didn't want him using his chef on me either.

"Okay, I don't mind. I'll try to get cheap things." I told him.

"Please, don't worry about price." He said.

"I am worrying." I muttered. He rolled his eyes. We exited the house and proceeds to walk down to the bakery. Everything was in walking distance and it was really nice, I didn't have to spend money on a bus pass.

We entered the bakery and I recalled the last time we'd been here.

"Hope you have an extra set of clothes." I teased. He huffed in annoyance and I laughed.

"Hello you two! Coming back for more?"

"You're pastries are really good!" Adrien told him.

"Why thank you, I always put in my love. That's probably why it tastes so good." I heard Adrien laugh. I was looking around at the pastries. I began eyeing a cherry custard danish.

Someone placed their hand on my shoulder.

"You want that one?" He asked me pointing at the pastry. I nodded.

"That one is really good." He smiled. I smiled back and we went back to the counter. He ordered the same thing and two hot chocolates.