The Annual Greenhaven Ball and the Shenanigans Surrounding It

Chapter 4

Worthy didn't expect to be awoken by a terrified wail coming from the room next to him. Confused by this sudden disruption in his sleep he groggily sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. Then in an instant, he remembered just who resided in the other room.

Conor

Instantly, Worthy leaped out of bed, threw the door open, and raced down the hall to Conor's room.

"Conor! Are you okay in there?!" He yelled, frantically pounding on his door.

Worthy breathed a sigh of relief when he heard presumably Conor's footsteps coming towards the door, but that feeling was completely replaced with worry when Conor opened the door.

He was greeted by a sniffling, shaken up Conor staring at him in shock with his blue, tear-filled eyes.

"O-oh Worthy." Conor said in a choked up voice as he wiped his eyes. "It's so late... Why on Erdas are you up?"

"Well, it was kind of hard to ignore the bloodcurdling scream that came from your room."

Conor blushed, and turned his eyes down to his feet. "Ah, I'm sorry for waking you up..." He mumbled.

"What- no! That's not it at all!" Worthy protested. "I just- Are you okay Conor?"

"Y-yeah, or at least I think so. I had a really bad dream." He seemed to cringe just at the memory of it. "But it was a dream dream. You know?

Worthy noticed that Conor had been shaking slightly. Whatever it was, it must have been pretty bad.

"Did you want to... Talk about it? He asked, unsure if it was the right thing to do.

Sighing, Conor ruffled his hair in deep thought. "I don't think it'd be a whole lot of fun remembering that, but it's probably a good idea to get it off my chest."

"Then come on and we can chat in my room. It'll be like a slumber party!" "Worthy cried with mock elation.

Smirking, Conor shook his head. "You really are an idiot, you know that?"

 

 

 
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Worthy didn't expect to be sitting with Conor on his bed in the middle of the night trying his best to not let his gaze drift to Conor's bare chest. (What can you say? You could tell the guy worked out.)

"I'm warning you, it's pretty weird." Conor ruffled his disheveled hair once more. "Then again, my prophetic dreams usually tend to be..."

Worthy gave him and intense stare. "That's fine, but I'm more worried about just what this dream is predicting."

"Oh, it's probably nothing serious... Sometimes my dreams involve very uh- interesting symbolism. Once I had a prophetic dream of a horrifying torture chamber that was predicting the dentist appointment I had the next day." Conor gave a weak chuckle, but stopped when he noticed the appalled look that Worthy gave him.

"Conor, that sounds horrible. I- I'm so sorry that you have to deal with shit like this." Worthy gritted his teeth and looked away.