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Chapter 7

"Polan!" I shrieked into my cell phone. I had called her the second I woke up to tell her about my amazing dream in which Damien got to second base with me!

"What do you want?" There was a short pause. "Nikki, it's six in the morning, what the hell?" Okay, so it was a little early.

"I had a dream about Damien last night, but it seemed so real!"

Polan sighed. "You called me at six in the morning to tell me about a dream."

"Yes!" I nodded excitedly.

There was silence at the other end of the line for a moment. "Okay, spill."

"Well. I was in bed, and something woke me up. I don't know what, but something did. When I sat up, Damien was there standing in front of my open window with the wind blowing the curtains back into the room – I know, awesome right? – and he said my name. I'll skip through the talking, but he leaned over me and kissed me! And the next thing I knew I was on him and he had his hands all over me, then he bit my lip, and I tried to take off his pants."

"You WHAT?!" Polan exclaimed.

"I'm almost done." I said. "But then he stopped me, and get this. He said 'When I make love to you for the first time it won't be in a dream.'"

I waited for Polan's reply. Very softly she said, "Do you remember him telling you anything else?"

I thought about it. "Yes, he did. He told me to call him Lucifer for some reason."

"You have to stay away from him Nikki."

I froze on my bed. What? "What? Why?" This wasn't fair. I hadn't shown interest in a guy since the fourth grade and she wanted me to stay away from him?

"He's dangerous. You have to trust me on this one Nikki."

I took a deep breath. "No. I will not stay away from him. I'm sorry but I like him too much."

"Nikki…" She cut off abruptly. "Okay. I support you." I blinked at the sudden change in Polan's attitude towards Damien. "If you feel anything for him, then I'm going to support you all the way. You're my best friend.

I put my hand to my heart, not that she could see that. "Thank you Polan. That means a lot to me that you feel that way."

"No problem. Now I'm going back to sleep. Goodnight." She hung up the phone. I smiled to myself.

Still smiling, I lay back in bed and clenched my eyes shut, trying to go back to sleep for a few extra hours. Maybe it would bring on another one of those dreams… I sighed. It was no good. I was too excited to sleep. I sat up in bed and looked around into the dark.

I looked at the window where Damien had stood in my dream and touched my lips with my fingertips. I wonder what it would be like to actually kiss him? Would his lips be soft and gentle, but also strong and urgent at the same time? Would he taste sweet like he did in the dream, or would he taste like leather? Or even minty toothpaste? I could go on and on about things I wondered about kissing him, but I forced myself to stop thinking about it.

"Hmmmmmm. Snacks." I murmured, slipping out of bed and shuffling over to the door. I bit my lip. My door creaked when it opened. Whenever I wanted a midnight snack or something I had to swing my door open as fast as I could so it only made a high pitched whine that was barely audible. But every once and awhile I didn't catch the door in time and it slammed into the wall.

I turned the knob slowly and opened it a crack before throwing all my strength into it and it swung open. This time I was lucky because I caught it a split second before it hit the wall. I let out the breath I didn't realize I'd held and walked silently down the hall to the stairs. The fourth one from the bottom was hollow because dad had broken it on accident once and hadn't fixed it right. You had to step extra lightly or the entire house would know you were on the stairs.

I moved down the stair, placing my feet carefully around the danger zones and skipped the hollow step all together. It was easier that way. Finally able to relax and walk normally, I walked through the living room into the kitchen to raid the cupboards and find something to snack on.

I scored, finding a bag of those yummy frosted animal cracker thingys. Those had always been my favorite snack for as long as I could remember.

Flashback

My dad sat in front beside me on the couch, and my mom on my other side. I was only about four years old so I still said "mommy" and "daddy." I was eating frosted animal crackers out of a big blue plastic serving bowl while we watched my favorite movie, Aladdin. Every once and awhile my mom reached down and pulled out a few. But my dad was eating them like me, one after the other. He liked them too.

I looked up at my dad. "Daddy, why do I like these cookies?"

He looked down at me with a smile. "You like them cause I like them sweetheart." He said, mussing my hair as he took another cracker.

"Yeah, but why do I LIKE them?"

He looked at me quizzically. "You mean, when did you start liking them?" I nodded. He thought about it for a second. "I think it was right after my little angel started eating solid foods, after your baby teeth all came in. I was eating these things, and before I knew it you were chowing down. Crawled right over and stole the bag right out of my hands!" He and mom started laughing, and I found myself giggling.

End Flashback

I smiled. I wonder when dad's going to be home again? He had to travel a lot for his job. Apparently he worked for the government, but the cover story was that he was an engineer. So he wasn't home for months at a time. He should be getting home any day now.

I leaned against the counter and stuck my hand back in the bag with a smile. I looked out the window that showed our neighbors across the street.

Just in time to see a silver BMW pull into our driveway.

I found my eyes widening. A huge grin broke out across my face and I took a deep breath.

"MOM!!!!!!!!!!!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs. There was a startled yelp from my mom's room upstairs and I bolted up there, leaving the bag of crackers forgotten on the kitchen counter. I slammed her door open and started jumping up and down on her bed.

"Nikki, what is the matter with you?" My mom exclaimed.

I got down on the bed with her and clutched her shoulders with a smile on my face. "Dad's home."