I spin into a sitting position, doing exactly what I do almost every night, not including last night. This dream makes me feel weird. Well, nightmare. This makes me feel like I don't want anyone to touch me. So when Tyler puts his arms around me and try's to hug me, I push him away, and fall off the bed.

I would've fallen all the way to the ground if he hasn't grabbed both my wrists and pulled me up into a hug. I tried pushing away again. "Max stop!" He yelled. I cried and weakly tried pushing him away again. He gripped me harder and pushed my head against his chest again, making sure I couldn't go anywhere.

Our legs were tangled together as We were leaning on our side. I sighed and cried into his chest, which was more like his abs.

A little while after I had finally calmed down, he spoke up. "What was wrong with you, princess?" He asked. I shook my head. "Bad nightmare. It was one I had never had."

"What was it about?" He asked, stroking my hair in a soothing matter. I sniffled and pushed slowly away from him, sitting up and crossing my legs. My knees touched his and I fumbled with my hands in my lap. "About Alex." I mumbled. He seemed to have gotten furious at the sound of his name. "What about him?" he asked, harshly.

I sighed. "Well- wait a minute, I don't recall you ever telling me YOUR nightmares. I've told you about my main one."

"You never really asked what it was about." He whispered. I shrugged. "Still...... If you tell me what yours is, i'll tell you mine."

"Fair enough. It's about time. But don't get mad or laugh at me when I tell you." He says. I nod my head. "I promise, Colton." He sighed and stood from the bed. "Lets talk in the living room." He said.

I nodded and stood. He walked off into the living room and I glanced at the clock. Still an hour before we are suppose to even wake up. Plenty of time. I sighed and walked into the living room.

I was ready for whatever he had to say.

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Tyler's POV

I wasn't exactly expecting to tell her what my nightmare was the same night I was planning on telling her I like her. But I guess things don't always go the way you plan. Guess things might go great, or the worst possible thing could happen.

As I sat on the couch, and heard her walking down the hall and closer and closer towards me, I was a complete nervous reck. I leaned over and placed my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands. How am I going I say this? How do I tell her I like her and have since the first day she came?

What will SHE think?

You know what, i'Ll just tell her my dream, then win it from there. Yep, the my plan. Winging it. Be jealous. She sits down beside me and I look up at her beautiful face, and it made me want to smile. But I bit my lip back and didn't. "Okay, talk." She says. I nod and take a deep breath.

Here goes nothing.

"Maybe it's my conscious, but it's people beating me up, trying to kill me. And it feels so real, that I think it's real every time. I feel the pain and I can't wake up until I'm half a second from dying. And that's why I'm so protective over you. Because I don't want people hurting me the way I hurt you. The way we all hurt you. I won't let anyone do that to you. Thats also why I don't want junior around you. He just wants you for a fling for revenge on me."

It takes a while for her to sink this in. To converse the whole thing. And I'm over here almost having a heart attack. after what seems like forever, she finally says something.

"Why does he want revenge on you?"

Great, more stories. Might as well come clean. so I take one more breath. "Because he thinks I stole his girlfriend. But I didn't even know they were dating. Even after I broke up with the girl she kept telling junior that we were in 'love' I promise you didn't purposely do it. I'm not like that."

He shakes his head. "I guess that much. My question is why he would ask me out to get back at you. We aren't dating." She sounded serious. That she knew what I was about to say.

I shifted my whole body to her. making sure she could see my face. So that she knew, the words that were going to be spoken, were true.

"Thats where this next thing comes in. Maxine......... I like you. I like you a lot. I'm protective over you and I never want you to leave my life. I know what I did in high school. and if I could, I would turn back time and be friends with you instead of being an ass, I would. I would do it in a second. I just wanted you to forgive me. I want you to forgive me. Please...... Maxine Heart, I like you so much....."

I actually did it. I told her. Its like a weight has been lifted from my chest. I moved closer to her. Making sure that if she looked up from her hands that she would only be inches from me. she didn't speak for a while. Probably frozen in shock. I waited and waited for her to say something. ANYTHING.

"Max, say something." I whispered, putting my hand under her chin and pulling her face to look at me. And just as I suspected, she was inches away from me. I could smell and feel her minty breath against my skin, making me almost shiver.

Her mouth gaped open and she tried to find words. "Say something." I repeat.

"I don't know what to say." She finally whispers. I slightly smile. I press my forehead to her burning up one. "Then don't say anything." I whispered. I took a giant leap of faith and moved all the way into her, pressing my lips onto hers.