Or as smart, or as funny, or as caring. I guess she wasn’t as perfect as I made her out to be after all, because … because she wasn’t you. Is th...s real? Are you really real?’ Sammi chuckled. ‘It’s funny. I’ve had the same dream my whole life too. Only in mine, it’s the guy who’s enchantingly perfect, and the dorky one is me. And, here I am, looking into the eyes of a man far more incredible than the one I dreamed up. So, either we’re in each other’s dreams, which as in sync as we are, isn’t. My heart began beating a little faster, and I replied that I was free that afternoon; to which they replied in the affirmative. I told them my address, and that they were to park in the alley behind my house (I'd made a space for approximately two cars to park, and out of the way of alley traffic and my neighbors garage doors), and that I'd leave the fence gate unlocked and they should come in through the back door. (I had a door bell attached to it, and when they opened it, it would give off a. We're still best friends, though."As the girls chatted, I admired Nikki's delicate face. Being a year behind Kimmy in school, I figured she must be fourteen, but her exquisite features made her look far more mature. While most girls her age might be described as cute, this little creature was beautiful, almost womanly beautiful. Her face was slender with high cheekbones, centered by a small, perfectly sized and shaped nose. Her lips were thin but well-defined, coated with a thin sheen of pink. Sue was sleeping soundly so I didn’t disturb her as I got up, pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt then went cautiously down the stairs to investigate. I did notice that Louise’s door wasn’t properly closed, thought that strange but again, because I didn’t know she had moved out and I knew it wasn’t her voice that I had heard, I still went to listen at the doors of the other flats first. Nothing! Then, from what I still thought of as Louise’s flat, I heard a scuffling sound and finally went.