perfect dream boy

perfect dream boy

A Story by Queen of Sin
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this was the dream I had last night.......let me tell you I didnt want to wake up <3

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My family finally got the apartment next door that we wanted and a new family moved in upstairs from us. It was a few days before valentines day and I was depressed because I had nobody to call mine. One night I was texting my friend and marveling in the fact that I was home alone. I decided i wanted to listen to music, so I turned my tv on and started singing. Then my friend said he had to go because he had something to do. I was confused because it was 10:30 at night. All of a sudden I heard a knock on the door so I went to go see who it as. Im very nervous about people knocking on the door late at night so I peeked through the curtain. I swung the door open so fast, the curtain shook violently. My friend was standing there staring at me with a look of disbelief on his face. I asked him what he was doing here and he said he heard someone singing. I giggled and said it was me and he smiled saying my voice was amazing. So thats when we realized that we were neighbors now. A few days later, my parents went out on a date for valentines day so I was home alone again. My friend came down the stairs and knocked on my door at about midnight. He asked me if i wanted to be his girlfriend and I said yes. I jumped in his arms and kissed him and we dated for a long time. :)

© 2011 Queen of Sin


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Queen of Sin
It was just a dream I had so its not meant to be great

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Added on December 31, 2011
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Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Cheyanne and I'm 20. I spend most of my time reading. Its been so long since ive written anything and my life feels empty without it. I love walks on the beach.. more..

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