"So I had a dream last night," I said, plopping down on the couch with a bowl of maple nut ice cream in my hands.
"Really? Me too!" Niall said excitedly. "I was at McDonald's and they had absolutely nothing to eat. It was horrible. Then I went to Nando's--"
"As interesting as that sounds," I said, cutting him off. "I was going to tell you two what my dream was."
"Oh. Okay," Niall said.
"Soo.... are you going to share?" Zayn asked.
"No! It's my ice cream," I said, hugging the bowl protectively to my chest.
"Not the ice cream. Your dream?"
"Hey! That rhymes!" Niall said, almost toppling over laughing.
"Last night, I had a dream that I could control the weather, and I was all like, 'Let there be clouds!' and there were clouds, and then this one guy with a beard said, 'Let there be a storm!' and a tornado dropped," I said. "So I turned and ran up a hill and shouted to a group of people that there was a tornado and to follow me and I ran into a building at the bottom of the hill and into the basement near a gymnasium, which actually was just the lowest floor and not a basement at all, and I went to the middle of the hallway and sat down. And I realized nobody followed me. Then I woke up."
"Well, that was some dream, I guess," Zayn said, looking confused. His phone beeped and he looked down at it. "Look, we gotta go. We have a radio interview in two hours, and we need to go get ready. We'll be back in a few hours, I promise."
"Okay. Bye!" I said, turning on the TV.
"Bye!" the said in unison, then the door closed.
I flipped through channels until I came to the morning news. I finished my ice cream and set the bowl on the table. The TV talked about weather and sports and other crap I really didn't care about, and I fell asleep.

"Harry! You have to come with me! I found something and you have to see it!" a little girl said, grabbing a little boy's hand and pulling him away from his friends.
"Harry has cooties! Harry has cooties!" his friends shouted at him, laughing. The little boy's eyes filled with tears.
The little girl turned around and dropped the boy's hand. "You gotta problem?" she shouted.
"Yeah!" the other boys shouted back. "You're a girl! Girls are gross!"
The little girl put her hands on her hips. "Says the boy who still wets the bed! Yeah, I know your little secret. My mom was on the telephone with your mom and I heard her talk about you! Back off, you bum! At least I'm potty trained!"
The boy's eyes got wide and his jaw dropped. His friends started laughing at him, and the little girl grabbed her friend's hand again and dragged him away. They walked to a park and into a bunch of trees. A clearing opened up in front of them and they walked to the center and sat down. The little boy was crying.
"It's okay. They're just mean bums. They aren't good enough to be your friends," the little girl said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'll never be mean to you."

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Seriously people, you need to comment more often, because that kinda inspires me to want to write more and when I don't get comments it makes me feel like nobody's reading my stories and it's kinda depressing. :(
I updated twice today! Once for "In A Heartbeat" and now for this! Yay! We have to go outside now..... SO not my element.