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Wallace surveyed the area for anyone that mildly caught his attention. Other Scott had invited him and Jimmy to some party, and while they were asked together, they all knew they weren't a couple. At least Wallace knew that. They were nice, but Wallace couldn't see anything aside from hangouts and hookups with them. 

Everyone at the party seemed dull and was more of Regular Scott's crowd, so there were no cute guys. Well, Stephen was handsome, but he wasn't there. Besides, there were drinks, so it wasn't a total loss, and if anything, he'll invite Jimmy and Other Scott back to his place. Making sure he gives Scott headphones to give him peace of mind.

Wallace opted for a few drinks before calling it a night; he positioned himself against the wall, hoping a cute guy would appear. A simple "Hey" disrupted the mundane atmosphere and Wallace's train of thought. 

Wallace turned to the source, and his eyes lit up in amazement. The stranger was possibly the most attractive person Wallace had ever seen, and he was just standing right next to him where he should be on magazine covers. He was already a pretty boy but with his glasses? That boosted him from handsome to gorgeous. The way his hair swooped and was perfectly positioned would make someone think angels crafted it.   

"Hello." He replied, sounding as calm as he could, not wanting to come off too eager. But his attraction was evident. 

"Some party huh?" The stranger remarked, stirring his drink. "Do you know anyone here?" He asked. 

"Yeah, I know a few people," Wallace gestured over to Jimmy and Other Scott from across the room. "The tall one there invited me over." 

The stranger nodded and took a sip from his cup. "So, do you know anyone here?" Wallace inquired, scooting closer to the stranger, wanting to keep the conversation going.

"Not yet." He said, taking another sip. "I think this is a prophetic dream I'm having. We're in Toronto, right?" Wallace was not following. Prophetic Dream? Is this guy messing with him? Is he on something, or is this some unconventional pickup technique? 

"Um, yes?" Wallace finished his cup, "Are you messing with me?" He asked, somewhat amused by the unconventional pickup method.

"Maybe I am, or maybe I am. I'm Mobile, by the way." Mobile says, drinking from his half-empty cup. 

"Mobile? Like a phone?" Wallace chuckles; this stranger — Mobile was amusing, maybe on something, but entertaining.  "Yeah." He says, moving closer to Wallace. "Your methods are odd, but you intrigue me, Mister Mobile." 

"And who do I have the pleasure of intriguing?"

"Wallace."  He stirs the contents of his now empty cup around. 

Mobile smiled. "Well, I hope to see you soon, Wallace; I'm coming into town next week for a job interview. If this is a prophetic dream, I hope we run into each other." 

Wallace blinked, trying to understand Mobile before asking questions. "Hold on, I'm still not following. you're here in Toronto, but you're not here, and you're here next week?" Wallace asked slowly, now pretty sure this guy was on something. 

Mobile nods. "Okay… be honest with me, Mobile," Wallace puts a hand on Mobile's shoulder. "Are you messing with me? I mean— All these cryptic answers are cute, but—" 

"Wait," Mobile interrupted, jerking away from Wallace, shocked "Are you dreaming too?!"

…

"Wallace!" 

Wallace woke up to Scott shaking his body. "Oh good, you're awake. I need to tell you about this dream I had." Wallace groaned and swiped his blanket back, wrapping it around himself. Scott attempted to take it back but gave up. 

"There was that girl again, and this time she had blue and pink… or pink and blue hair and—"

"The more you tell me about it, the more delusional you sound." Scott rolled his eyes. "You're just jealous. I have a person of or from my dreams."  He retorts. Wallace sighed and sat up on the edge of his bed. "If it makes you stop talking, I had my own dream boy last night. We were getting to know each other before you rudely interrupted us."

"Sorry," Scott mumbled before moving over and sitting next to Wallace, who moved to the kitchen to make himself a coffee. Scott groaned, wrapped himself in the blanket, and joined Wallace in the kitchen. "So, what do you remember from your dream?" He yawns. 

Wallace taps his chin, thinking, "I was at a party with Jimmy and Other Scott, and I met him in the back." He paused, trying to recall his dream. "He was cute and had glasses, but he kept talking about some prophetic dream. Kinda trippy."

Wallace poured his cup and sipped it before Scott could take it. "Wallace, that's a sign! A prophecy like in Sonic Underground. You have your dream boy, and I have my dream girl." Scott exclaimed, leaning on the kitchen counter. 

"No, it's a sign I probably drank too much last night." He muttered, sipping his coffee and heading to add sugar. "And yours is a prophecy to break up with your fake high school girlfriend and search for someone your age." Wallace stirs his coffee. 

Scott winced and headed to the bathroom, not closing the door, still talking with Wallace as he peed. "You did come home pretty late, and you were a fun kind of drunk, not the mean kind." 

"Did you want me to be mean?" He sips his coffee again before deciding it needs creamer. 

"No. Just thought you should know." Scott pauses. "Will you come to our practice?"

"Not if your fake high school girlfriend is there. I'll feel bad for the poor girl once you break up with her." Wallace searched the fridge for the creamer and added it appropriately. 

"She's with her parents visiting family." 

"Will you break up with her when she comes back?" The toilet flushed, and the sink turned on. "If that'll get you to come." Wallace finished his coffee and put the cup in the sink. 

"Okay. I'll come."

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The minute they entered Stephen and Young Neil's place, Scott began blabbering about Wallace's dream boy. While he was annoyed, he didn't expect to be Wallace, nor did he expect to be the delusional one for being a non-believer. 

"Woah… just like in The Legend of Zelda…" 

"I know. But he doesn't believe that it's real."

Young Neil and Scott seemed fascinated by the idea that Wallace's dream could mean something, much to his annoyance. He can barely remember the dream at this point, anyway.

"Your source is a TV show made for kids," He points to Scott, then to Young Neil. "Your source is a video game. It's a trippy dream, but it's probably because I drank too much last night."

"Well, I don't think it's too weird," Stephen said while tuning his guitar. "I mean, I dreamt I got a new guitar," he pulls a photo from his flip phone of some brown guitar out of a store window. "And I saw it the other day when I was out with Julie." He puts his phone away, continuing to talk about the guitar excitedly. "After practice, we're heading out to buy it so I can get used to her before our gig on Friday." Stephen pauses, noticing he rambled on. "You can come if you'd like."

"Thank you, I'll come. But as for the dream," Wallace pauses, "You probably saw it online or in a catalog somewhere, and it showed up in your dream. I probably saw my dream guy's Myspace page or something, and he showed up in my dream."

"I thought we were here to play, not to hear about Wallace's dream love life." Kim butted in, playing with her drumsticks in her hand while chewing gum. 

"Alright, alright. We'll start! Just give me a moment to prepare." Stephen began deep breathing, preparing himself for his two-person audience. 

"But I also dreamt of becoming a drummer, and here we are." Kim smirks, aware of Wallace's annoyance at the situation. 

He rolled his eyes, and tssk'd and felt like the only sane person in the room.

…

After a slightly above-average band practice, Wallace tagged along with Scott and his friends. "Thanks for coming along, Wallace! I didn't think you liked my friends." 

Wallace shakes his head. "I never said that. I just said that about one-third of your band sucks." He teases. 

"Which one… hey!" Scott put a hand on his chest, offended. "Besides, my friends are all busy today, and I could always go for a little shopping." 

"What, friends? The ones I'm not allowed to meet." Scott accuses. "Hey, you met Other Scott, and even then, he was too gay for you." He teases again. 

"So you're saying me and Stephen don't suck." Kim joins in. "Oh, believe me, Kim, you and Mister Talent are why I even come to your shows. Besides, he's good-looking." Wallace shrugs. 

"Does that make you a fan?" asks Young Neil.  

"Ehh, maybe if the other third becomes better."

"So we only kind of suck." Stephen sighs, "Only kind of." Wallace echos. 

"We're here," They stop in front of some music shop. "Oh shit— he's here!" Stephen moved so anyone inside the shop couldn't see him through the window. 

"Who's?" 

"Hollie's roommate. She told me he has recording equipment in his room, and Stephen wants to make an introduction to see if they could record Sex Bob-Omb's first album." Kim pauses, glancing over to Stephen. "But he's too nervous to talk to him and doesn't want any of us 'ruining' our chances." 

Wallace glances over inside. Aside from the worker, there was only one other person inside with short, light brown hair and a beard. Not too impressive. Wallace continued observing their conversation, along with Young Neil, who seemed

"If he can record our first album, it could be our big break! But if his first impression of us isn't… good, then what if we get blacklisted!" 

"Stephen, he's just a guy with recording equipment. We'll be fine. Let's just go in and get what we need." Kim gently put a hand on his shoulder before Scott butted in. 

"Yeah! If anything, I can introduce—"

"No!" Stephen cut Scott off, holding his shoulders. 

Everyone, including Wallace, stared at Stephen, who stepped back and took a deep breath. "Let's just get in and get out." He mumbled. 

Wallace had no interest in music or anything relating to it and decided to wait outside. He checked his phone and found a message from Other Scott.

Other Scott: One of my roommates is hosting a party this weekend. I already invited Jimmy over, and if all goes well us 3 can, y'know, see u there ;) 

Huh.

…

As far as Mobile could remember, he had prophetic dreams. Most of them were only somewhat accurate. Maybe it was the right situation but the wrong location or the same people, the wrong situation. It was only in rare moments where the dream would be 100% clear. 

This time, he was at a nightclub. Mobile didn't expect to be dreaming of partying and clubbing so much. While he did enjoy a night out, it wasn't his scene. 

Mobile orders himself a drink and stays at the bar. Usually, when Mobile gets the sense that it's a prophetic dream again, he sees if he can find anything he's seen before. So far, the only patterns he sees are partying of some kind and drinking. 

Until he shows up again. 

The dream boy—Wallace, was in the middle of the dance floor. At first glance, Wallace took Mobile's breath away. It was a strange falling for a dream person. Mobile has had his fair share of romances in and out of dreams, but there was something about Wallace. 

Mobile adored him, and he didn't know why. They met once in a dream, and that's all it took for Wallace to have Mobile wholly enamored. When his dream boy came around, things were different. It's like the whole world stopped for a moment. 

But as infatuated as he was, Mobile wasn't sure if approaching him was a good idea. Last time, Wallace was somewhat aware he was dreaming. How would he react if they saw each other again? Not everyone is used to prophetic or lucid dreaming. Would he be aware, not lucid dreaming, and go along with it? Mobile decided the best course of action would be to observe and let the dream go through his course.

"Come on, Other Scott, next round—" He hiccups. "Is on me!" He hears Wallace sing out as he exits the crowd to the bar. He waves down the bartender, and orders drinks for himself and what Mobile assumes is Other Scott. (To whom regular Scott is remains a mystery) Other Scott eventually exits the crowd as well and heads to the bar. 

Mobile orders himself more drinks as he waits for his dream to shift to a more abstract one, Enjoying the ambiance of house music and people chatting. 

"Hey." Mobile turns to the cutter of his ambient noise. "Hi."

"Listen," Wallace begins, slurring his words. "I think you're pretty handsome…" He giggles. Mobile looks behind him, seeing Other Scott waving. 

"Oh? You're not too bad looking yourself, Mister…"

"Wells. Wallace Wells." 

Mobile playfully walks his fingers to Wallace's hand. "Well, Mister Wells. You're not too bad yourself. Who's your friend?"

"Other Scott. He thinks you're cute too. But I," Wallace puts his hand holding his drink on his best. "I think you're drop-dead gorgeous." 

"Can I?" Wallace asks, his voice filled with gentle anticipation as he moves his hand on Mobile's cheek. The world slowed down around them as their lips got closer, with nothing but the nervous pounding of Mobile’s heart accompanying them. 

"Wait— Mobile?" Wallace jerks back quickly, spilling his drink on him. "I-I'm dreaming, aren't I."

"Good call."