le super happy fun tiem slumber gaemz.

Nathaniel gazed at her uncertainly for a few moments before stubborn irritation and relief flickered in his eyes, "Hey --" Nate started, at her side, he helped her sit up so he could look at her better. "Don't freak me out like that." He frowned, much rather preferring her to call him an idiot or something along those lines, at least it'd show she was okay and he wouldn't feel like a complete arse. He hadn't noticed what was going on until she did, glancing around; George had disappeared and the reminder that this was simply a dream returned to the forefront of his mind. "I think..." he started, unsure of how to put it.

"We're waking up?" She mused sadly, turning to face him. She didn't want this dream to end, it was all so perfect, so surreal, almost like- okay, so it really was a dream come true. How wonderful. Then she thought of something. She had to think about a way to say it without letting on she may or not have had a few dreams with him in the past. "We should have a code word, so we know whenever we see each other again that this really wasn't a dream. Well, it is, but you know what I mean." She suggested, getting on her knees. She spoke quickly, but in a slow enough pace for him to hear and understand. Looking around quickly, she noticed Frosty had left too. How sad, the kit was starting to grow on her.

He blinked at her, nodding slowly. "Good idea," he agreed quietly, though this was already a rare thing for him... Would it happen again? Nate quietly shuffled words around in his mind, pulling up the first that came to mind, "Potatoes?" The word stumbled out a little awkwardly, a smile on his face. Potatoes. What an awesomely, awesome stupid word to think of. He glanced at the ground, the grass and undergrowth starting to blur away.

Melody paused for a second, before laughing loudly. "Alright, potatoes. Next time we see each other, just throw it in a sentence or something." She smiled. "Of course, if this all was just a dream, it'll be pretty awkward." Her grin widened. She looked down, still in her swimsuit. "So..." She looked over at him expectantly. "This was... Fun." Yeah, it was fun.

Nate nodded, doing a mental facepalm. Alright, the next he walked through the forest in the middle of the Hunger Games, just mention potatoes. Sounded like a legit plan. "Tell me if you remember it in the morning." He smiled, figuring that this could have all been very well a strange dream completely on his part. He looked at her with soft eyes as she scrambled around to find a few last words, he couldn't help but think with the way she was acting it was like dropping her off at her doorstep. "It was." Nathaniel brought his hand up and wrapped it on the back of her head gently, giving her what technically could be considered a tender good morning kiss.

Melody nodded, looked up at him. She held wonder in her gaze as he scooted closer, and her heart raced as his hand wrapped around the back of her head. She gave him a gentle kiss back, before pulling away, with a smile. It was such a sweet moment, but with it came something to think about- what exactly were they? He hadn't said anything to make her think they were dating, and she hadn't made any kind of attempt herself. It's like they were at a stalemate, and she really wanted that king. But they had kissed- not just once, too. That, of course didn't mean anything. They had both kissed many people, and often it hadn't ever been a big deal. But now? She honestly didn't know.
"See ya later." Giving Nathaniel another quick smile, she closed her eyes and drifted back into reality. Funny how that worked. She turned to the side on her bed, stretching one leg over the edge and hugging the pillow to her. She opened her eyes to see her other roommates asleep, and sighed, turning to look at the ceiling.
She had a lot to think about.

He smiled at her quietly as he pulled away, hardly having heard her reply before blinking hard, his eyes adjusting to a new light. He glanced around from his spot on the bed, yawning and stretching, recognizing his dorm... only, something was different. For one thing, everything was upside down. He noted Carter was sleeping on the ceiling... wait, what? It was about then he realized what was going on. Nathaniel slid off the bed and hit the floor, landing on his side with an 'oof' sound. "Damn it." Nate groaned, a blaring headache coming on from his power, it being used for so long subconsciously. Screw it, he wasn't going to even try climbing back in his bed, he'd just sleep on the floor and hope he didn't wake the others up.
Nathaniel found a stray pillow and stayed there, not moving until one of his roommates had stirred, still a small smile on his face.