An eerie chill filled the night air and the familiar scent of burning wood filled the air. Where had Cylon run off to this time? Knowing him, he wasn't far. As i made my way through the dying forest the branches crunched beneath my bare feet and the wind chilled me to the bone.Suddenly i heard a thud from somewhere to my left and i saw none other than Cylon standing beside me. Not even a leaf had stirred when he moved.

"Do you always have to do that?" I asked, smiling up at my old friend.

"No, but it's always entertaining to see your various reactions." He replied, climbing swiftly up a tree and sitting up on a VERY tall branch.

"Thanks for leaving me here." I said sarcastically as i sat down on a nearby tree stump and played with a wilting rose bush.

"No problem." He replied, tossing a leaf at my face.

"Ow." I joked, flicking it off of me.

"Hey, have you ever thought about how you'll die?" He asked, i hated how morbid he was all the time.

"Oh, all the time." I mocked, giving him a look.

"No seriously..i mean hasn't it ever just randomly crossed your mind?" He repeated, leaping from the tree and landing in front of me.

"Has it ever crossed yours?" I asked, looking up at him. He practically towered over me.

"Well, sure." He replie simply, his ice blue eyes examining my face with curiousity, "It crosses everyones."

"How would you know?" I asked, trying to ignore his gaze.

"I'm not sure." He responded, eying the me still.

"Well that's no shock." I replied, smiling up at him as we walked on.

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I woke up from the dream in a cold sweat and had to keep reminding myself it was just a dream; Cylon wasn't back. He never would be. I glanced over at my alarm clock, 3:47 AM. The time I had lost my lifelong friend. I usually try to ignore the fact that such a genuinely innocent person could be taken away from someone so brutally. But those choices aren't mine to judge; or even make.

Tomorrow was the first day of School; I'm going to be a sophmore this year, but there is nothing that particularly will stand out this year...I am sure of it. In just over an hour I would have to get up for school anyway; besides who would want to be invited back into dreams full of painstaking wishes and memories?

"Just forget him for a day; maybe even a week." I told myself, stumbling out of bed. "He wouldn't want to see you like this."

"You aren't talking to yourself again are you?" Adam asked, emurging from my closet.

"What are you doing here so early?" I asked, turning my face away from him so he wouldn't see my tear streaked face.

"Why do you think?" He asked, sitting down at my computer chair; i felt his eyes burning 2 holes in my back.

"That's not a good enough reason." I replied, pulling a sweater out of my closet and throwing it on.

"Neither is yours." He reminded me.

Adam has been my friend since Freshman year; he started out as just Cylon's friend but all of his friends eventually met me...it was just how it always was. Anyway, back to Adam. He has dark blue eyes that we usually see narrowed or full of some emotion i can't exactly pin down, his black hair falls into his face and is down to about the middle of his neck. He isn't pale, but he's not tan either, and he is extremely muscular, though he looks quite weak.

He's pretty much been my big protector since Cylon left--just basically filling in. He seems like a big scary animal you don't want to mess with but he's really just a big sweetheart with a horrifying past. We basically take each other under our wing when they are going through rough times.

"These dreams will need to stop eventually." He commented, tossing me a pair of jeans.

"I know; when you figure out a way let me know." I replied, pulling on the jeans and searching for a belt.

"That's the thing; i'm not sure if i ever will figure that one out." He responded, tossing a broken pen at the window.

"What are you doing?" I asked, rolling my eyes at him and sliding my belt through the loops of my jeans.

"Dunno." He mumbled, tipping the chair back and surveying the window carefully.

"You are so weird." I muttered, smirking at him.

"More like misunderstood." He joked, the corner of his mouth twitching up.