"Broderick? Is that you? Oh my god, thank goodness! You're alive, I'm alive-we're both okay!"
Broderick frowned. Ever since he'd picked up Leslie from her family's place, she'd been acting a little... off.
With a sigh, he asked, "What, did you think we were dead or something?"
Leslie let out a light giggle and stepped back from his arms, her cheeks flushed red.
"No, I had a nightmare. Dreamed that you and I... both died."
She looked up at him, eyes glistening like they were wrapped in mist, as if tears could fall at any second.
Broderick lifted a hand and tousled her hair gently. "Dreams usually mean the opposite."
But Leslie wasn't done. "Even if I know it's just a dream, it still freaks me out... Broderick, can we sleep together tonight?"
Her eyes sparkled with
