"Get away from me Oliver," you yelled, angry at the red haired man standing in front of you.
"Why poppet? Don't you love me? I made you a cupcake!" Sure enough, Oliver was holding a cupcake in his left hand; he extended towards you.
You sealed your mouth shut, and pushed his hand away; there was no way he was going to get you to eat that thing.
"Hm..." Oliver starting thinking of ideas to get that cupcake into your mouth.
He smirked when a brilliant idea finally came to him. He tickled you; you squealed. When your mouth didn't close fast enough; Oliver stuffed the cupcake in.
It tasted horrible, and that's an understatement. Let's just say that you won't be able to eat another cupcake-without dying-for the next few years or so.
"I hope you enjoyed," Oliver cooed. He laughed, and wandered off into the darkness.
You sprang up in your bed; tears streamed down your cheek. Man, nightmares were horrible. You were just glad that you didn't live alone.
You walked slowly down the hall towards your best friend, Matthew's, room. When you reached the doorway, you uttered, "Matthew?"
Matthew didn't seem to hear you, so you said it again, a little but louder.
Matthew shifted in his bed, then sat up a little. "Oh, (y/n), what are you doing here, and at this hour?"
"I had a bad dream..." you murmured. That dream had frightened you quite a bit, you had to admit it.
Matthew looked at you; eyes full of concern and worry. "A-are you alright?"
You nodded, "Yes. But, I'm too scared to be in my room alone... could I sleep with you tonight?"
Matthew showed a small smile. "Of course." He moved over to make room for you beside him.
You slowly made your way over, and plopped down on the large bed. Matthew didn't seem to mind when you rested your head on his shoulder.
"Sweet dreams," Matthew whispered. He kissed the top of your head, and you both drifted off into sleep.
That night, you dreamed of Matthew Williams.
