Nate
— You want to have sex with me, you just haven't done it yet because you know you're going to be on the bottom, and you're afraid to assume that you want to be the passive!
— What?
I hear a little way off someone say "Wake up Nate! ". I open my eyes and quickly sit up in bed. I run my hands through my hair, my breathing is labored. I look next to me, and a pair of drawn eyes watch me intently. He touches my hand, and strokes it.
— Is everything okay?
— It was just a dream!
— Dream, or a nightmare? Because I heard your screams from the living room...
— Ergh... No. What are you doing here so early?
— Don't you remember that we agreed that I would pick you up and we would go together to the recording of the MV for your song? — he asks, and I nod my head in positive. — Ah... Your mother said we should eat something from the fridge, I just don't remember what it was...
— The president of your fandom? — I ask and he lets out a laugh.