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A girl can dream...

Carrie lifted the lid of smelly bin up and wrinkled her nose in disgust. Ever since her mum's boyfriend and their child had moved in, the bin has stunk of baby nappies and sick. Quickly, Carrie threw her banana skin in and ran off to her bedroom, after washing her hands. Twice.

She flopped down on her bed and pulled out her phone. After unlocking it she began to do her favourite hobby: Stalking Nathan online.

Ah, Nathan. The bane of her life. His golden-blonde hair, his bronze-tanned skin, his silver-blue eyes, his prefect muscles, his perfect everything. Carrie could spend all day daydreaming about him.

She logged onto Instagram and checked through his posts, again. His most recent was safe to like. He was having an amazing time in Greece and was dreading when term started again. Carrie imagined what it would be like to be in Greece with him.

Lying together in the sand, him shirtless, just wearing swimming trunks, her in a designer bikini. Certainly not the old, faded, navy school swimming costume she had now. They would snuggle up together and talk in hushed voices, the warm sand heating their backs. Then they would stand up, Nathan would brush himself down and then brush Carrie down, laughing. They'd walk hand in hand alone the pier and buy ice-creams. Carrie would get a Mr Whippy with a flake and chocolate sauce, Nathan would get his favourite: a mint Magnum. While they licked at their ice-creams they would walk together down the seafront in the pouring heat and find a bench to sit on together. Nathan would ask Carrie all about her life, and would be actually interested. He would laugh at her jokes, sympathise with her, cuddle her, smile at her and comfort her as he learnt her life story. When they'd finished their ice-creams they would walk back to the beach together, and this time Nathan would tell Carrie all about himself. About his future football career, the last 7 rugby matches he'd practically single handedly won, the swimming matches he's broken records in, his family and friends, and his pets. Then they'd get onto the subject of swimming. Carrie would say how much she loved it, and Nathan would promise to talk to his dad (the swim team coach) about getting her on the team. Then he'd pull her across the sand and into the sea, and they'd splash each other and laugh together....

Carrie shook her head to get herself out if her daydream. She would have to stop it! It was never going to happen. Instead, she contented herself with going through all of his Instagram posts, being careful not to like them in case he noticed she was like his photos from a year ago. She already new most if the captions and pictures off by heart, but she liked to look at them, read through the comments, see who'd liked it.

After finishing with his Instagram account, Carrie went back to her dreaming.....

That evening Nathan's sister would lend Carrie a sparkly, midnight blue evening dress. It would fit perfectly. Nathan's sister, Margaret, and Carrie would get on perfectly and Margaret would help Carrie with her makeup before they went down to the restaurant.

The two girls would make their way over to the table with the rest of the family, but halfway there Nathan would call Carrie over. He'd have booked their own table, set for two, and they'd enjoy a beautiful candlelit meal. The waiter would come and ask what they would like in Greek, but Carrie wouldn't understand so Nathan would have to translate in his perfect Greek accent.

After diner they would take a walk through the hotel gardens. Nathan would have his arm draped over Carrie's shoulder and would be teaching her some Greek: he was perfect at it, while she stumbled over words. He wouldn't mind though, he would just laugh and continued to patiently help her, until she could finally say simple phrases such as 'nice to meet you' and 'hello. How are you?'

They'd walk through a Rose garden and as they would go past a bush of Carrie's favourite type Nathan would pick her a bunch and hand it to her, tying it in a bouquet with a ribbon out of her hair. He would take her up onto some old castle battlements, and they'd stare out at the moonlit beach and the navy blue waves lapping quietly up onto the shore.

Then, by the light of the full moon, Nathan would get down on one knee and propose.