Writing Exercise #2

"I just had the weirdest dream about you."

"It wasn't that Mexican goat sucker thing again, was it?" Andrew asked, giving a sideways grin.

"Andrew, that was an X-Files episode." Eliza gave him a playful shove that almost landed him in the shrubbery lining the suburban sidewalk.

Andrew veered back on course, his arm brushing Eliza's. "I know, but it sounded like a good response to your statement."

Eliza shook her head. "Do you want to hear my dream about you or not?"

"Go ahead," he smiled and hiked his backpack higher on his shoulder.

"So, we're in my bedroom having sex-"

"Whoa," Andrew came to an abrupt halt, Eliza taking two steps before she realized he had stopped. "Eliza, I never knew you had these feelings about me."

"It's a dream," Eliza said, hands on her hips. "We're both adults here."

"Well, legally we still have a year before we're adults, so I'm going to say no and continue with the snide remarks about a sex dream that has revealed your true feelings for me."

"Ew," Eliza's perfect nose scrunched in distaste. "No offense, but I've known you since we were three. Our parents used to make us take baths together."

"All the more reason," Andrew lifted an eyebrow. "You've seen me naked. Maybe you've been repressing these feelings all these years."

"Okay," Eliza lifted her chin. "Say I subscribe to that theory. It only makes the rest of the dream that much more interesting."

Andrew gave a smug smile. "Fine. Lay it on me."

"So, we're having sex, right?"

Andrew nodded.

"And just before things reach a climax, " Eliza grinned. "I pull out a samurai sword and lop your head off!"

"Twist!" Andrew cried.

He stared open mouthed as Eliza doubled over with laughter.

"Well," he finally said. "At least you didn't go for the pecker."