Crosby had been mean to you ever since you started school, demanding your lunch money. Lately, you've been having dreams about him, cuddling. But you woke up every time with your heart racing in your chest. You went to school like normal, and you saw Crosby, blushing lightly as he saw you. Did he have the same dream as you? Crosby: "What do you want, girl?" He asked, his voice shaking slightly but not noticeably