Thursday, 3.17pm, Flashbacks.

I just got home. The whole week so far had been tiring. With preparations for the big Os here, it couldn't be more boring.

Settling into my chair, I take my favourite pen and start doodling on my foolscap, drawing little hearts and vines around the border when I'm supposed to be doing my Maths homework.

I get the fact that we're supposed to learn and retain some of the knowledge so that we can do well and have a better future and stuff like that, but that's the twentieth time Ms Chong has repeated trigonometry this week, I swear.

Besides, I couldn't really concentrate, what with the mysterious man in my dream and the idiot in real life who's still not talking to me.

I think back to yesterday's dream. He was closer to my age again. Okay, so maybe he wasn't growing up in my dreams. They feel more like flashbacks than a perfect story. I'm beginning to like the exclusive peeks into his life.

He's always alone and he's never old... maybe not yet.

He's always in colour, of course. That's what make him so real. He's so beautiful as a child... so innocent and so sweet. I always smell cherry blossoms when I'm near him, no matter what age he was that day. The surroundings are always a little blurred, but he never is.

He's so clear I could describe the exact colour of his hair (chocolate brown, lightened by the sun) and the colour of his lips (nude-ish pink) and I could remember his every feature. He's so clear that I'm almost expecting him to materialise in front of me when I daydream.

I don't know his name, because no one ever calls him when he's in my dreams, but I got a feeling it starts with a 'R', just like the idiot who avoids me at every turn.

It's not like I ever did anything to the idiot. All I did was express my anger at his suggestion.

It's human to do so. Get over it.

Stupid Ryo. Call yourself a man. Men. Are they all like that? I don't think 'Mystery Man' is like the idiot.

He's always so happy. He talks to people I can't see, and he never gets mad at them. He plays on his own, and he never makes suggestions to the toys to do things the toy doesn't want to do.

He never thinks anyone is crazy.

Unlike that idiot neighbour of mine, I bet 'Mystery Man' will grow up to be a gentleman.

I start shading the hearts when I hear a loud slam. When I look up, I see Ryo the idiot walking swiftly out of his room.

Moments later, the bell rings.