It was about five in the afternoon, on a Saturday, and I was waiting for my best friend Holly to come over. We planned, like always, to freeze each other's bras, read teen magazines, and paint each other's fingernails and toenails. Every time I think, "Is this all fourteen year olds do?" I really didn't care because the best thing in the world to me was spending time with my best friend.

We had known each other since the first grade, and we were inseperable every since then. Of course we had been in loads of fights, but we always managed to put the missing pieces back again.

The doorbell rang, and I ran down to answer it. Surprisingly, when I opened the door, it wasn't Holly. Not even close. It was my brother's best friend, Brian, and I knew before he went upstairs to do God knows what with my brother, he just had to make a rude remark to me.

" So Cheeseball, where is your little friend?" he said.

"You should know, she's your sister"

He smirked and raced upstairs to get away from my scowling glow. Just then, I saw Holly running up my driveway. We hugged, and then Holly, knowing the routine, started walking up the stairs, and down the hall to my room. I went over to my "secret" drawer, and pulled out my Sparkle Shine magazine. We flipped through the pages, gasping at the unbelievable rumors about celebrities that were spread across the pages. Every now and then, we could hear our brothers yelling at us to keep down the annoying giggles as they turned up thier loud Linkin' Park music on the radio.

We stayed up very late, and once my tickle-me-pink toenails were dry, and imprinted with star stickers, we cuddled up in my full size bed and started talking about boys, (of course).

"Mark Grindylin", I said when Holly asked me who I "just might" have a crush on.

"Oh my God! That is the grossest thing I have heard since Brian told me about the cannibal killer from New Jersey."

I let this thought flow through my mind for a few minutes, and I just couldn't see what she was talking about. Mark had waving, beautiful, brown flowing hair to his chin with emerald eyes that glowed in the sunlight. His tan muscles matched his surfer body. What was there not to like. He was a major hottie.

"I really don't see what your talking about", I said as Holly looked at me with wide eyes.

"You need help", was all that she said. Once I think about it, Holly is more into the nerdy type. Plus she absoloutly disgusted with guys who know they rock. Now, I understood, it wasn't my taste that was the problem, it was just our very opposite likes in guys.

I'm pretty sure I fell alseep around four o'clock in the morning. But I had the weirdest dream that Holly and I would never be friends again. I have had dreams that have come true before, but I prayed and prayed that this one wouldn't even come close.