Here she is again. The woman of my dreams. We're in a quiet meadow, and a warm breeze runs through her hair. She's dancing in the tall grass. You can hear her giggles a mile away. She spins around, motions me to come over. I walk over, slowly wrap my arms around her waist, lean close to her ear. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on," I whisper. She giggles, smiles. "Wake up," she says, and my eyebrows pull together in confusion. "What?" I look at her. "Wake up, come on, Charlie!" She shakes me, and the scenery starts to fade, pulled back to reality. + 

I open my eyes to see Owen and Jermey standing over me. "Dreaming again?" Jermey asks. I nod. "About the girl from school?" Owen asks. Another nod. "Dude, she has a boyfriend. When will you get that through your head?" Jermey says. "Bro, don't crush his dreams," Owen hits Jermey in the chest. "Sorry," Jermey says, rubbing his chest where Owen hit him. "Doesn't matter. It's not like she notices us." I said, pulling off my blanket and getting up. "All I'm saying, dude, is you're a lead singer in a rock band. You can have so many girls, yet you choose one you can't have." Jermey yells from outside the bathroom. "She's different, Jermey. Her boyfriend doesn't deserve someone as sweet, kindhearted, and smart as her. He's a big meathead who only cares about his reputation and his football scholarship." I come out of the bathroom and start getting ready. "Soon enough she'll realize Charlie was made for her. Never rush love, man," Owen hops on my bed. I nod in agreement, and Jermey just sighed. "Look, man, I may not talk to her regularly, but I know she'll be my girl, hopefully soon." + 