Maybe, just maybe tomorrow will be the night when Ish finally takes some notice of me. Chase thought to himself.
In his mind he pictured her the girl of his dreams, his fantasies, she wasn't tall about five foot four, petite or small boned or whatever you wanted to call it, her hair was thick black and shoulder length it was always neatly curled under at the ends, her skin was rich and brown, her lips full and dark reddish brown, her eyes large and almond shaped and the colour of black coffee.
He sighed with pleasure at the very thought of her. He'd give anything; well almost anything for just one kiss; the girl drove him wild.
Chase was still dreaming of Ish as he fell asleep.
