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Who: Thomas & Jamie Kemp
What: Nightmares blow
When: Around 2 a.m. Sunday morning
Where: Their apartment


Jamie, on any given day, usually slept like the dead. Which was awesome, it meant he was hardly ever disturbed, and generally woke up ready to face his day.

However, tonight was not going well for him. His dreams were an endless parade of rejection letters, jobs that stifled his creativity, and looking back on his life and regretting most of it. He sat upright in bed, hair sticking to his head, biting his lip so hard he'd be surprised if it wasn't bleeding.

He got up and pulled on a sweatshirt, left his room, and paused in front of his father's door. He hesitated before knocking softly. "Dad?" he called.

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I don't doubt it XD

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"Yeah, and then we'd have to call Grandma to bail us out, and I do not see that ending well at all," Jamie laughed, pulling a face at the idea. "Let's not get arrested. Like, ever."

[thomas_kemp]

Thomas grinned and he tapped the side of his nose twice before pointing at his son. "Now that is a good idea. I agree with that, let's do that!"

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"I'm sure there's way to not grow up that don't involve being arrested," Jamie mused. "Like eating rice krispie treats and drinking cocoa at 2 a.m. Let's just do that instead. Because that's infinitely more awesome than spending a night in jail."

[thomas_kemp]

"Agreed," Thomas held up his cocoa mug as a half-toast. "Feel better, Kiddo?"