Tiffany didn’t hate him, and she was willing to go to prom with him willingly.

The thought brought a smile to his lips. It made his headache lessen.

And she was here, with him. For once, he didn’t have to feel alone. He let out a soft moan as he felt her cool fingers massage his scalp.

This had to be a dream, right?

“You aren’t actually here, are you?” He murmured, his eyes closed.

He felt her shift. “What?” she whispered.

“I have a feeling I’m in some kind of ...