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You changing what you wanna be?

It's possible. I'm not sure I can do it. School is just draining me right now. I'm not doing too well.

You're not doing well? Dyl, what's wrong?

Burn out. I took on too much I think. Then again I'm not perfect.

No one's perfect Dyl, no one.

Some people seem to think I am. I try to be.

Who thinks you are?

Dyl, that's an awfully high position to be put into.

Teachers apparently. They expect me to always do well. Then there is the scholarship if I don't do well I could lose it. I'm worried about it and I'm not even out of high school yet. I might go gray.

There is the scholarship but it's not essential, you're parents can more than afford for you to go to further education if that's what you want to do.

I don't want to be a strain. *he smiled then* Besides they have more then me to worry about.

Dyl, they're your parents. Do you really think they look at you as a strain?

No but they do have the other kids to worry about.

And you're dad was once a famous rockstar and you're mum's got her own money, plus the moeny from her job. You're not a burden to them.

We'll see how it goes. I'm just getting stressed out trying to keep my GPA up and college scares me.

With schoolwork and basketball.

Dyl, if...if you're finding it hard to manage your time. You know...*looks down and just snuggles more* You know you don't have to spend so much time with me.

Trying to get rid of me Hope?

Never.

But I don't want you to flunk school.

I won't flunk Hope. I just won't be the perfect person with the perfect GPA. I may just be average.

There's nothing wrong with being average Dyl, we're all special in our own ways.

I know there isn't. *kisses her* I'm special to the people that matter.

To me you're so much.

I love you Hope. *he stroked her cheek then*

I love you too, don't ever doubt I do.

Oh I never doubt that.

*kisses him*

Good.

Just like you should never doubt.

I don't.

I don't think anybody is. But why aren't you?

School is sucking right now. Too much pressure to do well.

You'll keep on living until -SPOILER ALERT- you die.

We all die so no shit buddy.

I meant occupation wise.

Not me! Well, unless somebody decapitates me and keeps my head away from my body- but other than that, I'm fine!