my most depressing victor dream ever.

[hollywood emily addison]

it all started where i was back at lake street in first or second grade...maybe even third. i saw him on our bus, and i ran to tru to catch it, but i couldnt. but then when i turned around, i saw him....almost like he saw me and got off so i woldnt be alone. he was in high school then. so we started walking, i kept my head down then he said "so, you really are emo huh?" i sighed and nodded "yeah, i am." how could he be cheerful like this? "well, what kind of emo are you?" he then started listing all differnt types. i just shook my head at all of them "no. im the type who get to be really smart because i have no friends, so ill always be studying." he nodded "well, how many friends do you have?" i sighed again "one." by this point, he went behind some trees, while i was walking in the street when he called "well, arnt i your friend?" i couldnt make out what he said. "huh?" he reappeard "arnt i your friend?" i nodded. "yeah, you are." he nodded "so howmany does that make?" i kept my head down this whole time. "two" i sighed. but i realized it was just a memory i was watching. i was in my room crying when him, his buddy cowden, joe and my mtoher walked in. i wasnt expecting him to be home, its only febuary. i ran up and tried to hug him "OH MY GOD VICTOR!" but nothing. he just wanted to show me a kitten. then he left. it seems like i was crying the whole time. when i was watching that video from when i was in elemntary school, till he left. i went out and got the mail and my mother, for some reason, outside on the pourch. "so, im skipping work today so i can go to parent teacher meetings at school. but you cant come with me. how weird would that be to have you holding onto me for the whole thing." i sighed. didnt look up at anyone "yeah, that would."

then i woke up. it all felt so real! i think i was crying in my sleep too, but i couldnt be sure.