We ate and sat on the couch, watching Sherlock. No one was really up to talking because we were all up late last night.
"What was with the angry yell this morning?" Trott asked after the first episode.
"You woke me up." I answered.
"That was the point." He joked.
"What you wanted to finish your dream or something?" Smith spat, saltily.
I laughed, "No way." Ross looked uncomfortable.
They noticed, "Why's that?" Trott asked.
I looked up to Ross, "Do you mind if I tell them?"
"No but I'm leaving." He said.
"What no moral support?" I called after him as he went into our bedroom.
"No!" He called back jokingly.
"Ah, great. This is now extremely awkward." I looked to the floor and back up to the tv, "Never mind, sorry guys." And pushed play for the next episode.
"No, no, no. What was it?" Smith said adjusting to look past Trott and sitting on the edge of the couch.
"No it's not important." I said and crossed my legs.
"Yes it is." Trott said and turned off the tv.
I turned it back on with the remote.
Smith unplugged it from where he was sitting.
"You bitch." I laughed and looked at them, "Why do you care so much?"
"Cause Ross cares." Smith said.
I exhaled heavily, "Fine. But you both gotta promise to shut up." I pointed to them.
"Promise." They said, almost in sync.
"I had a dream that... SmithandIwerehavingbreakfastandthenhekissedme." I said in one breath.
"What was that?" Trott asked.
"Wait say again?" Smith said.
"Smith and I were having breakfast and then you kissed me." I leaned foreword and covered my face, which was very red, "Shut the fuck up."
They both started to laugh.
"Shut up you promised!" I shouted.
They laughed harder.
"It was just a dream, shut up!"
More laughter.
"I hate you guys." I said and went into my room and sat with Ross on the bed until the laughter in the other room died down, and then some.
