The Man of Her Dreams

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Kennedy was going to kill Breanne the next time she saw her. Man of her dreams, puh-lez. More like man of her nightmares.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry as she smoothed down her brand new skin tight purple dress. She would make Breanne pay for the new dress and also for the new O.P.I nail polish because lets be serious – that stuff is not cheap.

"Like I was saying," he ran his fingers awkwardly through his fake hair. She hoped that it was a wig because no one deserved to have such crappy hair. "It's hard work, but someone's got to do it."

She nodded while half zoning out of the conversation. Kennedy gave a sigh and gave a wandering eye to the bar. Maybe she should get drunk enough to forget this horrible date. What a complete waste of a good Saturday night!

One thing was sure – Breanne Brice was going to get an earful from her when she got home.

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(a few hours earlier)

The Man of Her Dreams 

"Okay, now place your hands on top of mine." Breanne explained to her. She held her hands out on the table.

Kennedy giggled and placed her hands on top of Breanne's. "Now what?" she asked.

"You're both being ridiculous." Evaline said as she sat down on the chair next to Breanne at their small breakfast table. Her hands carefully gripped a cup of tea.

"Don't listen to the non-believer Ken. Now close your eyes and think positive thoughts." Breanne said while closing her own eyes and relaxing.

"That's right Evaline! You don't have to play along if you don't want to," Kennedy sang tauntingly.

"Shh," Breanne hushed Kennedy.

It was a lazy Saturday morning and the three best friends were sitting around after breakfast in their pajamas. Their quaint little apartment which was in SoHo cost them a pretty penny every month, but it was everything they had hoped for and more. This morning was one of those rare mornings where Evaline didn't have another article to write, Breanne didn't have to work another full day shift at the hospital, and Kennedy didn't have to go over marketing strategies for a new product.

Breanne's new hobby had created a new outlet for the three girls. The dark skinned girl was always interested in the occult and had invested in a new pack of tarot cards from the magic shop in downtown New York. Kennedy had always supported her friend in whatever interests she had so it came as no surprise when she agreed to let Bonnie do a cold reading for her.

"Don't you need a glass ball for this," Evaline asked, "And be in a shady little place behind a curtain?"

"Evaline, please be quiet." Kennedy scolded her friend. "Breanne is just about to tell me that Mr. Riverton is going to love my new marketing plan for the energy drink. Aren't you Bre?"

"No, I don't think that's what I'm picking up," Breanne murmured quietly. Her eyes were still closed while she remained in a state of deep concentration.

Evaline giggled and took another sip of her tea. She really loved herbal teas. There was just something so comforting about having a cup of green tea with a hint of lemon and honey after her morning meal.

Kennedy gave a huff in frustration. "Well, it better be something good. I'm missing Bachelor re-runs for this." She opened her eyes and peaked a glance at her brunette friend was nursing her cup of tea. "Besides, you're just jealous that Breanne was completely right the last time she did a tarot card reading for me and said that I was going to have a special day."