**Hayden**
A knock woke me up from the weirdest dream. I looked over to where Christopher was laying but he was not there. I rubbed my face as someone knocked again.
“I’m coming.” I yawned and open the sliding doors to my sleep quarters. I did not know they could do that; I thought to myself.
“Little Duck open the door!” Eric’s voice echoed through the door.
“Ugh, what do you want Eric.” I walked over and opened the door. He was standing there freshly shaven; his hair neatly combed to the side and was wearing a red and white from Hollister button-down shirt. The shirt was rolled to his elbows and had tan cargo shorts with flipflops on. He would love rather cute if he were not such a d**k.
“Can I come in? Please.” His voice sounded genuine “I need to talk to you.”
“I rather you
