*Ty's POV*

Why can't I do this?

Why can't she realize how much I care about her?

Why can't she see that I like her and mention it to me?

Why can't I do better for her?

Why can't I talk to her more?

Why can't it be like last year?

WhY iSn'T jAnElLe dOiNg aNyThInG?

More importantly, why aren't I doing anything? 

Why have I been ignoring her?

This is my fault, isn't it?

She hates me, doesn't she?

Why do I do this to myself?

Can't I just tell her the truth?

What kind of question was that?!

No, I can't tell her the truth.

Won't it ruin our friendship?

Oh, who am I kidding?

I already ruined that.

I've promised myself to her.

No one else.

What if I could make her...can't believe i'm saying this...jealous?

That could work, couldn't it?

Oh god. I'm such an IDIOT. 

She hates me, enough as it is.

I'm ruining myself.

I can't do this.

Maybe...if I just...sleep..I am already over thinking this.

Little did he know, as he slowly drifted to sleep, forgetting he's still wearing hes glasses, someone was thinking similar thoughts- Coincidentally, practically identical thoughts. A girl, only a few minutes away at driving distance, was falling asleep too, wondering how she could mess things up so much more. 

As the two fell into a soft and sweet slumber, they had a dream. Not just any dream though, the same dream. Dream telepathy, something like that. Where one soul that is shared between two beings may speak between a vision through their sleep.