You should have gathered by now that I do absolutely nothing in a timely fashion. Oh well. Here's 'Dreams'.

Thump.

I woke up.

Thump.

It sounded like it was coming from downstairs. I looked over at Joy and KT and chuckled under my breath; they were both still asleep.

Thump.

I decided to go see what was causing the intrusive sound. I tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as possible so that I wouldn't be caught.

Thump.

I was now in the main hall. I peered into the common room, however, nothing but darkness greeted me. I walked down the hall and into the kitchen. Nothing was there either.

Thump.

I whipped around and saw that the source of the noise was Eddie and Fabian's room. Were they fighting? No, Fabian was staying with his uncle for the week. What was Eddie doing in there? Should I investigate?

Just then, I heard bed springs creaking and what sounded like a person gasping for air.

Yup, that settled it.

I walked across the hall and opened the door. The sight I witnessed surprised me to say the least. However, it was not an unwelcome sight.

There, sprawled out on his bed, was Eddie. Shirtless Eddie. Oh my god.

He was covered in a layer of sweat and had one arm draped over his face, covering his eyes. He was also breathing rather hard and I wondered what from.

Now, I know I don't care about appearances, being judged by my own too many times, but that boy's six-pack was a sight for sore eyes.

"Can I help you?" he quipped, snapping me out of my Eddie-induced haze. He stood up and looked at me. "Oh. Patricia. My bad. Sorry I snapped at you. Why are you here, anyway?"

That was when I realized he wasn't wearing pajama pants either. Just a pair of yellow and grey stripped boxers. Breathe, Patricia.

"I-uh-I just-uh." Damn hormones.

Eddie smirked, "Yacker speechless? I never thought I'd see the day."

That's about when my mouth started working again.

"I just heard some thumping and I wanted to see what was causing it."

"Sorry, I was just, uh, kicking a soccer ball against the wall."

I folded my arms and raised one eyebrow. "Really? At three a.m.?"

"Yup," he popped the 'p'.

"Where is this foot ball?" I inquired.

"The soccer ball is, uh, you know, that's a good question. I think I lost it."

"Eddie," I said in a tone that hopefully conveyed to him that I wasn't buying his 'lost foot ball' story.

"Don't worry about it, Patricia," he said. "I just had a nightmare. Go back to bed."

"What was it about?"

He looked me in the eyes and said, "I dreamt that someone was hurting you, but I couldn't get to you in time to save you. Now please go get some sleep."

I looked up at him and said, "I'm okay, Eddie. Nothing's going to happen to me."

"I know," he said, kissing my temple. I love it when he does that. "I just love you too much for anything to happen to you."

"I love you, too," I said, "and you couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

He smiled at me.

And, on that note, I went back upstairs to my room and had a dream that involved nearly-naked Eddie and a bottle of syrup.