Just a Coincidence Ch.4

"Class, there will be an extra credit assignment for those of you who need to catch up a bit. The
assignment involves you writing poetry. Yes class Poetry. The subject of the poem can be
anything you want. It's up to you. It'll be due in four weeks..." Mrs. Haruna babbled on, my
attention obviously elsewhere.

My eyes were going back to his direction again, across the room, trying to see the color of his
pupils. I've been doing this lately. And yes to Mr. Pretty boy. Since the day of the Masquerade
ball, I've been drawn to look at him; well more specifically to his eyes. His dark blue eyes. Heck
I didn't even know he was in my class...

Crap.

The boy looked at me and winked, flashing a sly smile. My stare immediately turned into a
frown and I instantly turned away.

'Of all the nerve...' My eyes darted back to Mrs. Haruna. If I could I would have whistled to
make it look like nothing happened. But again that would have made things more obvious. 'Is it
physically possible to look at somebody's eyes, to stare right at them and not be stared back at?
Who am I kidding? That's impossible. Simply impossible. And why AM I staring at his eyes?'

"Class dismissed."

The bell had rung discontinuing any thought of replying to the last question in mind. I moved my
body as fast as it would go out through the exit, silently cursing myself for being caught for the
fifth time this week.

'Well, I can't blame him. I have been staring at him like he was some kind of science project.' I
learned my lesson to never look at Darien Chiba again. Well for the mean time anyway... Wait.
No. Why should I do this? 'That's it, just don't stare at him altogether. It's actually quite
dangerous. Like staring into the sun. You're curious about it, but when you look at it, your
blinded.'

But every time my eyes lead their own way to his, it felt as if I was just trying to confirm
something. What would that be? Maybe that question would stay an unsolved mystery, for my
sake anyway.

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"Hey Mina. What would you say if I met someone."

"What do you mean?"

"You know like I've MET someone."

"You mean you've MET, met someone?" Mina gave me a wink and a sly smile, while sipping
her strawberry shake. It was disgustingly like what Pretty boy had done to me earlier. Oh let's
not think of that.

We were at the Crown Arcade once again, just the five of us, Mina trying to make us regulars to
the joint. It was after school, and the place wasn't full because of the fact that it wasn't a Friday.
Good for Andrew. All days except Fridays were good days for the poor guy.

As usual our mouths were preoccupied with the 'something sweet to eat' treats that we were
somewhat obliged to be taking. To be fair, although Andrew insisted that the shakes were on the
house, only a couple of us actually paid the tab... Haha TAB.. (again with the pun). Okay...
Particularly Amy and I paid our usual.

Lita and Raye were at it again with the boy debates of "Who's hotter" (adding to the fact that
they were in their own booth next to ours) leaving the only sane conversations to Mina and
myself, while Amy was busy reading the latest romance novel. Surprisingly, all of us had
strawberry milk shakes.

"So spill it. Who's the guy, what's his name, when, and where did you meet him?" Mina took
another hearty sip of the pink milk slush. I laughed.

"Hey one question at a time." I sipped my own chilled beverage casually. "And to the first
question, I don't know who the guy is."

"Wait but you said you met someone... how's that possible?"

"Through e-mail." I simply stated.

Mina started coughing, pushing the half finished shake aside. I knew what that meant. She
wasn't going to take me seriously or... she really was choking.

"Okay... okay you're kidding me... Right?" She drank a glass of water that was next to her shake.
I was right the first time.

She looked at me amused. I however, was not.

"Nope. And why would I?"

"You know online relationships are nothing but... conversations. That's all there is to it." She
replied taking the straw from the shake to her lips again. Choking wasn't going to stop her from
finishing her free drink. "Well, sure, some people do get their kicks out of achieving some form
of ' knowing more about a person', but in the end, there really isn't any physical contact there.
Just talking. Endless talk of nothing."

"Oh, so I take it you've had experience with this?" I smirked taking another small sip. The
shake, I had to note, tasted very good today. More strawberries in it I presumed.

"Hey, been there done that."

"And do pray tell what you mean by that."

"Well, I've done the 'meeting someone online' bit, had a few good conversations here and there,
and then came the cyber-sex..."

"You what?!" My eyes just had to widen at the new found information that I wasn't exactly sure
should have been shared with me.

"Yeah, I've done it. Although it wasn't satisfactory at all..." She giggled playfully, almost proud
of the action. " I've done the WICKED, wicked deed. But only once."

"Done what babe?" Andrew had walked up to us and slid into the booth next to Mina. She
immediately dissolved her wide grin to a smaller innocent smile. "What wicked deed was that?"

"Online relationships. Can you believe that before you, Mina had other boyfriends online?" I
smirked at Mina who then gave me an annoyed but small glare while Andrew frowned. "And
she's done interesting things with them too."

"What? You had boyfriends before me? How COULD YOU?" He pretended to look dead serious
but then chuckled at Mina, which surprised me a bit. "You're too late there Serena. Mina had
told me about that way back when. Besides, I've done it myself."

Instantly, Andrew's face had shown regret.

"Whoa, you've done it too? How come 'I' wasn't informed of this?" Mina now returned the
dead serious look (adding one raised eyebrow) to her tired but happy (no scratch that to 'a little
frightened now') boyfriend. Apparently he did not bestow upon her the information of his own
little dating (even if it meant online) history.

"Well, I uh, see... it's just..." Now Andrew gave a look of anxiousness, also giving me a sign for
help. Mina continued to stare unhappily.

"Hey, isn't table four waiting for some service?" Fortunately for him, I had caught his signal of
distress and table four's actual lack of service.

"Yeah, got to go hun. I'll get back to you on that." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and
slipped out of that seat like his life depended on it.

Mina huffed then attempted to change the subject. Well more like directed the subject to
somebody else.

"So Amy, what about you?" Mina turned to Amy, who had the romance novel covering her face.
Amy slowly lowered the book and gave an innocent smile, a hint of hue on her cheeks. "Oh no...
don't tell me Amy! You've had an online relationship?"

How did Mina know this? Even I wasn't sure how she could guess that. But she was right, for
Amy slowly nodded her head, her cheeks becoming even more pink.

"INCLUDING the CYBER SEX?" I wanted to try that 'guessing game' as well. Unfortunately I
got a different reaction.

"Now well... Wait just a minute-"

"Oh man you guys are hilarious. Please. The next time we have a conversation, let it be on real
relationships, and by that time you both hopefully had real ones." Mina laughed, for a brief
second making Amy and I feel a bit pathetic.

"SO, about your debutante ball Mina, did you pair everyone up for the waltz?" I attempted to
change the subject to save my sanity and Amy's, and it worked.

"Yeah. Everyone except you."

I blinked.

"What?!" My mouth had un-consciously dropped. Too bad the chance of saving my sanity didn't
work. Well all the way anyway..

"I said... Everyone except you. That means you don't have a partner."

"Yeah, yeah. I heard you the first time." I groaned. This was not happening.

This time I sucked the life out of my own straw, finishing what was left of my beverage.

"Except me WHY?" The last word had to be emphasized. All of a sudden the gulp I took seemed
stuck at the back of my throat. "Am I not your best friend here?"

"Yes..."

"Then...?"

"Well I guess I just forgot." Her eyes drifted to the drink in front of her. She dared not too look
at me, for fear she knew I would probably kill her. This wasn't a good sign, obviously. "Well
okay I didn't forget. I was going to ask you if Melvin-"

"Oh... no. Oh please say you didn't pair me up with him!" I sighed loudly, a hand on my
forehead. This was definitely not expected, and this definitely was NOT a good sign. Heck just
mentioning the dork's name was a bad omen. "You're going to say all the good ones were taken
so you only left me Melvin. Wow. Just wow."

Melvin, Melvin, Melvin. Where do I start? Oh, okay. Yes. This was Juuban City High School's
very own nerd. No. I'm not talking about just his thick coke bottle glasses, his 'never tamed to
stay down' cow lick hair, or his never ending motor of a mouth, no. It was his very perfect grace
(saying it with such sarcasm of course) and his very abstract personality (very bi-polar
personality if you want to get into specifics - one minute happy, one minute psychotic murderer)
that made me want to scream 'Nay' to Mina if she was even CONSIDERING HIM as MY
PARTNER.

"Well, what can I say? Everyone just flocked over to me with reservations on PEOPLE for
crying out loud."

"Well?! Wasn't I even telling you RIGHT OFF THE BAT to get me a decent partner? Mina,
instead of that you did the exact opposite."

"Well, I can still try to find you a partner if you want." Like she even had to say 'If you want'.
"But for the time being, you're stuck with Melvin."

"Ugh... Fine." A comfortable silence fell on us for ten seconds, Amy going back to her romance
novel and Mina and I to staring at our now totally empty shakes. But then I got up from the
booth and walked to the nearest Sailor V Machine to rid my mind of the moment for a short
while. Right now was a good time for a 'please-distract-my-mind-from-this-horrid-situation',
and a good time to practice my anger management. Yeah, me managing myself not to murder
my best friend.

"Where are you going?" Mina asked with a hint of sorrow in her voice. Like that would make
things better.

"I'm going to play so don't bother me." I mumbled, heading toward a vacant machine. "Trust
me, I'm saving you from me feeling like ' I want to kill you right now' and actually acting upon
doing that."

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It had been fifteen minutes. And not just any fifteen minutes. It had been fifteen minutes of me
losing in the freaking game of Sailor V for the twentieth time. And of course as one would
probably know, this did not reduce the bad mood I had developed. In fact it only added more
'I'm-getting-more-pissed-off' feeling to my very pessimistic self.

"And DAMN... NOT AGAIN."

Yup. One can also guess correctly that the stupid fake ulcer that I've had before, once again
reared its ugly head. Yup. Like my life could get any better. In fact I've been getting them
frequently for some time now. As if the feelings were a sign for something coming. Something
getting closer. And for each time that this 'thing' or whatever, was getting closer, the
palpitations of my fist sized organ (obviously my heart) would also raise in tempo.

At the corner of my eye, the glass doors slid apart and (guess what) it was Pretty Boy himself
walking through, and heading for the stools at the counter followed by (surprisingly enough) a
VERY pissed-off-to-the-brim red-head TAB. (Welcome to the actual definition of TAB. What
does it mean again? That's right, say it with me people! Trendy Asian Bytch. No pun here folks.)

"Oh like MY GOD DARIEN! You SO did not do this to me." The TAB fumed as she stepped up
behind him. He, however, looked un-effected by her outburst, his form already seated
comfortably at an un-occupied stool. "You SO did NOT BREAK UP WITH ME."

'Smart move girl. Go tell LIKE the whole world.' I inwardly but sarcastically remarked, trying
to talk in her language. Haha. Almost Valley Girl like. Oh and did she just say he broke up with
her? Interesting. Well it would be bad timing for me to ask if I could pull up a seat and get some
popcorn since I am already on a stool... in a very good position to watch might I add. And as for
the popcorn; I could have Andrew make a fresh batch-

"Answer me Darien! Why are you breaking up with me?" She waited for an answer, her eyes
wide and tears threatening to spill. If I was even going to get lucky, her thick and heavily put on
mascara would run like a mud slide down a hill. Yuck. I'm getting my kicks out of someone
else's misfortune. Shame on me. "Answer me god damn it!"

"Look Beryl. I tried to talk decently to you. And talk decently to you I did. I told you why already
and get it through your head. We are OVER. I don't like to repeat myself." He finally opened his
mouth after a couple of awkward minutes, the TAB looking as if her anger and something else
was about to teeter over the edge.

"That's not a good enough reason Darien Chiba! Tell me exactly what I've done wrong to make
you want to dump me! And give me the decency to have you face me and look me straight in the
eye."

Slowly the Pretty Boy slid around the stool and faced the now-very-psychotic mad woman. Yup,
what I mean by 'mad-psychotic', I mean she looks like she's going to froth at the mouth. And
from the looks of it, there actually were some starting to form at the corners of her mouth.

"So you want the real explanation? You want the full reason why? I'll tell you why. Hell I think
you yourself can explain why." He cooly responded, his eyes directly into her now very attractive
face. "Go ask your friends, go ask yourself, and go look in the mirror. I'm sure I don't have to
point out every single flaw of yours now do I?"

Ouch. Now that really hurt. Although (thank god) that comment was not directed to me, I still
felt the chill of his rejection for her. Pretty Boy did finally show his true colors. And
to think I was curious of his eyes...

"Chiba, go to hell." She merely whispered, wiping the back of a hand on her eyes, making the
mud-slid residue of mascara smear across her face. She then walked up Mina's booth and spoke
to Mina about something un-audible to my ears. I watched Mina's reaction change from curious
to worried in a matter of seconds (Obviously I'd have to ask Mina what that was all about). Then
the TAB silently turned around and retreated through the sliding glass doors, tears running full
blown (or the Hover Dam unleashed) out of her eyes. I couldn't blame the TAB. Pretty Boy was
a total Bytch and was very cold to her.

'To even think that... Nah'

'So ends the drama.' I looked around the room to see if anyone else saw the dramatic scene. It
turns out that from the moment the two stepped in, they had automatically captured the attention
from everyone in the room, almost killing every single conversation that was and were going on
in the air. And that was not surprising, considering the decibels of the TAB's shrieks were of
high levels. 'I'll just... go back to my gaming.'

And even though all that just happened, the weird feelings I was getting did not move an inch
away from me. How convenient.

( ^_^) (^.~) ( '_') (~.^) ( O_O) (^.^) ( O.o) (~.~)

"See? Don't you feel much better now?" Andrew sighed, giving me a warm cup of coffee. Just
what I needed anyway. If he gave me anything else to wash down, it would have tasted bitter.
"Although I'd have to disagree with your method of dumping women."

"What did I do wrong? I simply told exactly how I felt and I told her what she wanted to know.
Plain and simple as that." I slowly slid the cup toward me, my tongue not exactly excited for the
warm contents of the cup to spill on to it. "And she was the one making a big deal out of it.
Good god, look! She was even the one making the scene here!"

"Yeah but can you blame her? You must have said it the wrong way. What did you say to her
earlier before you were in here?" Andrew crossed his arms and shook his head. For one thing he
was right. I may have said it in a way where a girl would... probably reach the point of wanting
to slap me.

"Look I really don't want to talk about that now. Seriously."

"Suit yourself. I could have probably fix that problem of yours."

"What problem? My problem with Beryl is done. There's no need-"

"No. The problem of you and women. How you react to them. How you treat them. As you can
see, the perfect example of how you treated one just left the building..." I was confused. Was he
referring to how I act around them? Quite frankly I'd say I was the perfect gentleman.

"Are you saying I'm treating them like dirt? Beryl deserved it. You know it. I know it. So there's
nothing more to say."

"Perhaps... No. Perhaps it's because you haven't met the right one yet." Andrew put a hand to
his chin, while nodding to himself. I caught the statement.

"You're right. Yes. You're right on the money. I haven't found the right one yet. If you're
wondering why I'm sorting through women like sorting through laundry, it's because I'm
looking for a clean, decent, human being. There IS a reason for all of this you know."

"True. But do you have to do it that way? You sort them out so fast, you don't give them a
chance to see what they really are. You don't give them the time of day-"

"No. No Andrew. What I do is just fine. The perfect girl is out there. Waiting for me. Because
once I get her, you'll see that the way you think I treat women is a total misconception. All I
need is the girl of my dreams. That's why I need to sort through them. To get to the girl of my
dreams."

'The girl of my dreams...' My mind echoed back. And how that was oh so true.

"Well you can't wait all your life for the 'perfect' mate Darien. You know perfectly well,
everyone has a flaw in them. But what you might probably want to say is, the 'perfect' girl for
'you'. That's what you have to focus on. That's what you have to look for."

Andrew was right. Damn. Why was he always right? Maybe the fact that I set this 'perfect'
standard for a woman to follow has probably gotten in the way of me to seeing truly which girl
would be the one. But I was not going to let Andrew know that he had marked it on the spot.

"What if... What if I actually met the girl of my dreams?"

"And already you replaced Beryl." He shook his head un-surprised.

"No I have not. Not yet anyway." I finally took the first sip of my coffee. "I'm going to ask you a
question and you better take me seriously."

"Haven't I always?" He smirked, taking a white terry cloth out of his apron pocket. He started to
wipe the surface of the counter top.

"Is it possible... to meet someone in a dream? And no im not talking about hallucinations or
imaginary girlfriends. I'm talking about actually meeting someone, yes a real person, through a
series of dreams."

"You mean, real girl, you can almost feel and smell her but she's just in your dreams, kind of
dream?" Andrew stopped his wiping and resumed to his listening position of crossing his arms.

"Yes."

"Yeah, I think it's possible. Hell. I had some about Mina. Well before I truly met her anyway."

"You're serious?" I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? How long?"

"Yeah, like for a couple of months I kept getting dreams of Mina, as if she was real. I guess it
was a sign that I was about to get with her."

"How come you never told me about this? Does she even know?" I asked with curiosity perking
up. I guess I can blame the coffee for the 'perky' part.

"Yeah she know's but it's nothing really special. It's not like she dreamt of me at the same time
I have. That would have been really weird. And things like that, just don't happen."

"Oh." Disappointment was clearly written on my face, but Andrew hadn't noticed. I took another
sip and sighed in frustration. "Oh yeah. I just thought of something. Beryl's probably not going
to be my partner for Mina's debutante ball."

"Probably? You got that right. But I'm sure Mina can find you someone else." With that Andrew
hollered across the room to Mina, momentarily getting everyone's attention again. "Hey Mina,
hun, you think you can get Darien a partner last minute?"

Mina who was having a casual conversation with that Amy Mizuro girl, looked up unhappily and
mouthed a "what?" agitated.

"Yeah, you think you can find Darien another partner for your ball?" He repeated again. Mina
slid off from the booth and walked over to us.

"Yeah. There is definitely a problem here. You see uh... Darien are you okay?" Mina asked,
lightly patting me on the back. "I saw what happened here a while ago and..."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess things didn't work out between the both of us." I simply nodded, giving
her a smile of reassurance. "I mean who 'didn't' see what happened?"

"Oh okay." Mina gave a warm smile and sat on stool next to me. She then faced Andrew and I
with a worried look. "Well, getting back to what I was going to say, because of 'that incident ',
Beryl as you would probably guess, does not want to be Darien's partner anymore let alone be in
the same room with him. In other words, she'll be a no show."

"Yup. That's what I thought... I guess I have no partner then." I commented innocently knowing
fully well what that meant. No partner, no waltzing, and that was a good thing for me. A very-

"Oh no wait. Wait you can still have a partner. I already have someone in mind." She interrupted
my thoughts of relief. I knew this was too good to be true. And Andrew asked the question I was
about to inquire.

"And who do you have in mind?"

"See that girl right there?" Mina pointed to the direction of my potential partner. "She can be
your partner."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

( ^_^) (^.~) ( '_') (~.^) ( O_O) (^.^) ( O.o) (~.~)

"What?!" I practically jumped off my seat, to detest Mina's proposal to Pretty Boy.

Yes, after that interesting little scenario, I went back to my game, and my bad-luck streak had
turned for the better. I had been winning 25, yes count 'em 25 games in a row until the inevitable
happened. I heard Andrew call Mina from across the room and after that, tried to read the
motions of their mouths. Darien had dumped Beryl. Correct. After that, Beryl walks over to
Mina and says something I couldn't hear. Correct. Mina's expression wasn't a happy one. Yes,
correct. A while later, Andrew calls Mina by saying Darien needs a partner for her party.
Correct. Oh how I wish that was wrong. Only a normal human being can put two and two
together to know what all that meant. And to Mina, I was the only one who needed a partner.
And that meant I was going to be Pretty Boy's partner. Oh no.

I instantly walked up to the small group of three, trying at the same time to avoid Pretty Boy's
gaze. I felt him smirk.

"No. NO! I already have a partner right Mina?" I tried to smile sweetly, but the feeling in my gut
didn't make me the happiest person at the moment. "Remember Melvin? He's my partner!"

"No he isn't. He was a potential partner! And you said you didn't even want him! Darien needs a
partner and you're the only spare I got!"

"Spare. Spare? I'm a freaking tire to you now? Absolutely not. I refuse to be this arrogant and
pompous man's partner. I simply and utterly refuse." I shook my head more than the rate of what
a dog's tail would wag. This day was turning into a nightmare.

"So I'm pompous huh? Seems to me like you're the one acting as if you should get your way. I
highly doubt you even have a choice in the matter PMS girl. Your best friend's birthday is
coming up and you're obliged to do what she wishes." The bastard just had to speak, adding
more 'fuel' to my growing spark of fire. This was starting to give me a migraine. "And what are
you afraid of? Can't dance? Or are you afraid of me?

Slowly my eyes looked up to meet his own. My heart stopped.

'His eyes... They're the ones that-'

I quickly shook my head of what was happening. I closed my eyes and inhaled as deeply as I
could. 'Come on girl, this is your chance to show him what you're made of.'

"You know sir. I do have a name. My name is Serena. You know how to say Serena right? I'm
sure you do. So don't call me PMS girl. Second I can proudly boast that I am a very decent
dancer, not saying that I'm the best, just saying that I can. And lastly..." I huffed at him, looking
at him from head to toe with my head nodding once, "There's nothing much for me to be
fearing."

His eyes earlier seemed to be in a haze, for a quick millisecond of course. But after hearing my
response, he shook his head as well and his eyes narrowed but he dangerously smiled a slick
smile. That made me want to crawl underneath a rock. I swallowed hard.

"My, my, Meatball Head. Aren't we testy today?" He ever so slowly picked up his cup of coffee
at the counter and drank, all the while keeping his eyes on mine.

I frowned.

"Oh wow. A new name? Meatball Head? Is that the best your insipid mind can do?" I glared at
him, a hand on my waist. My anger had managed to come back in full force. "It's apparent your
mind cannot process simple requests. It's also obvious you're deaf as well."

"Yes Mina. I'll take this one. Don't worry I'll take care of it." He had lowered the cup and faced
Mina with an even nastier smile. He did that, he knew as well as myself, just to annoy me. He
even had the nerve to call me an 'it'. An object! This man (I had a feeling) would make my life
miserable. And it had already begun.

"Mina, please-" I turned to her with a pleading look in my eyes. I was so close to begging-

"No buts, Serena. It's final. Why don't you be like Darien and just be rational about this?" She
turned around and stomped off, not giving me a chance to protest any further.

I wanted to scream.

But instead, I went back to her booth, grab my things from under the table and tried to leave
through the door as fast as I could. But before I stepped outside, I heard him say off handedly
(just to make me hear) "Bye Meatball Head. Can't wait to start the practice soon."

That was enough to make me run all the way back home.

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"Uh, two and a half hours of this crap. I just can't do this." I tossed the pencil aside, and I
yawned. My attempts of writing poetry have not been very successful (I made a pile of paper
balls. Anyone want to re-cycle these?). Of course I did my math homework first (which only
took me less than an hour) but the poetry was a real pain in the ass. Why was I doing it? I need
the damn extra credit. English hasn't been too happy with me lately (let alone Mrs.
Haruna herself). But at the moment I was not inspired.

'I'll just go online and talk to my cyber boyfriend.'

Did I ever say anything about that? Nope. Well let me go back through time shall we? After the
night of the Masquerade Ball, things between sxytuxboi and myself haven't been the same again.
We or he declared that the both of us should be more 'closer' or at least stay in contact just for
the hell of it and not just because of the dreams anymore. No. After that, we had an online
relationship ever since.

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TO: sxytuxboi@jch.ed.net
FRM: lone1igrl@jch.com
SUBJECT: WHAT A DAY

Hi. It's me again obviously...

You wouldn't believe the day I've had...

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Before I could say anymore in the e-mail, an instant message window popped up on the screen,
almost startling me.

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SXYTUXBOI: Hi there.

(I blinked a couple of times, and swallowed a small lump that started to form in my throat.)

LONE1IGRL: Hey

SXYTUXBOI: I had a feeling you'd be on tonight. You realize this is the first time we're talking
like this.

(I couldn't help but smile. He was right. This was the first time we spoke simultaneously.)

LONE1IGRL: Yeah. So, how was your day?

SXYTUXBOI: It was pretty hectic. People were getting bytchy today. Ever get those days were
you just wanna crawl underneath a rock because of the people around you?

LONE1IGRL: Yeah. Of course. Who doesn't? In fact I felt exactly like that today too.

SXYTUXBOI: How come?

(I swallowed another lump in my throat. It felt like I shouldn't go into detail... but I decided to
give him the truth, a little.)

LONE1IGRL: I tried to tell my friend about you today. Something about online relationships...
She didn't even take me seriously.

(I blushed furiously as I remembered the little conversation we had about cyber sex. I had to
laugh.)

SXYTUXBOI: Really? Oh man, I tried tell my best friend about us today. Only about us meeting
in our dreams though. Let's see you explain that to your friend.

LONE1IGRL: Yeah. Hehe. I know what you mean...

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