-Klaus X Dave- My Love Drug

Right Now!

"Ben you just have to understand that I am loved here for who I am. I am not loved for some abstract super power, and I'm not loved because I am a Hargreaves, I am loved because I'm who I've always wanted to be," I cried. 

I then laid my head down on my pillow and whined "Goodnight Ben. Please go away until you're ready to talk about something else, and maybe then I'll talk to you."

I closed my eyes and fell into a dream like state. There were dead people everywhere in the dream, and it was absolutely terrifying. Most nights I just hoped to dream of nothing, but most nights I had dreams of the dead. They screamed my name over and over. It was terrifying. Only night it hasn't happened are the nights where I slept in Dave's arms.

"Klaus! Klaus! You have to wake up now! We have to train! Come on and get ready!"

That was a familiar voice in a crowd of terrifying ones. I opened my eyes to see Dave smiling down at me.

"You we're having a nightmare. Come on everything is going to be okay," he sighed, then ran his hand through my hair. I smiled and said "Yeah, I had a terrible dream. It was about dead people screaming my name. They had their dead eyes, and dead laughter. It was like this."

I then proceeded to imitate the ghosts. Dave smiled and laughed. He patted my back and said "Well come on Ghost Boy, we have to go do our morning runs."

I nodded and Ben showed up. He whispered in my ear in the most drawn out fashion, "I thought I was Ghost Boy. Since when are you the Ghost Boy? I thought you were known as the Séance."

I glared back at him and started to get my things ready for our morning runs. Ben continued blabbing in my ear the whole time. In fact all morning he continued blabbing in my ear. It was very frustrating, exspecially since Dave was trying to talk to me. It actually led to us falling behind the rest of the troop. It was just by a little, but that little bit saved our lives.

A bomb exploded right underneath our troop. Me and Dave were sent flying, while most of the rest of our troop died. Dave and I were lucky to get out of there alive. It scared the both of us half to death. 

Getting back to camp and explaining the whole thing was hard. For the rest of the day Dave and I were in the infirmary having our wounds tended to. He seemed just as shocked about loosing the men we considered to be brothers in such a tiny amount of time. It was hard to figure out exactly how to feel about the whole thing. 

At least I still had a picture of all of us together. It was a simple photograph, but it would be one I'd treasure forever.