Heath walked in Fly's room, it was a deep sea blue, and the floor seemed to have tiny fish swimming around on it.
Confused he walked over to Fly's desk, where a piece of paper sat.
heath picked it up, suprised to see to Heath written on it. He opened it, as hundreds of butterflies flew out and up into the air.
Heath brushed off a last butterfly and started to read it.
'Heath, i've never felt this way about a guy before, your so amazingly special. Your different to all the other guys i've liked. I didnt have the guts to say it to your face, so i wrote it to you instead, im in love with you'
Suddenly a loud noise broke the silence and Heath was in his room, in his bed.
He hit the snooze button on his alarm and lay back in bed. What a dream Heath thought.
Heath closed his eyes and pondered the meaning of it.
A few minutes later Fly entered the room and jumped on his bed.
"Wake up sleeping beauty" she said.
Heath didnt reply as he was concentrating on that fact that Fly's thigh was millimetres away from his hand.
"Whats wrong?" asked Fly, she put her hand to his head "your not sick are you? this close to the finals?'
Heath pulled his head away from her hand "no just tired" he answered.
Fly smiled, "well dont take too long Simmo's waiting for everyone down on the beach to start our new training program".
And with that she left, leaving Heath to feel his forehead, wondering if her hand had just made his head hot.
