Me: That’s hardly my fault. I didn’t WANT to wander into your dreams. Elliott: I thought I’d gotten rid of this problem after graduation. Wait, what? I sat upright, the covers now pooling around my stomach. He dreamed about me in high school? Me: You dreamed about me in high school? Elliott: Me and half the other guys in our year. Me: That’s why I stayed a virgin until after graduation. I wasn’t about to lose my virginity to some two-bit fuckboy who’d only ever made out with his right hand. Elliott: And that’s the most accurate description of our graduating class I’ve ever heard.
