One To Remember

Chapter three: A Girl Can Dream Can't She?

Sorry if there's any mistakes xx I haven't properly edited this chapter :)

Chapter three: A Girl Can Dream Can't She?

My hearts beating so fast I'm surprised I don't have a heart attack by the time he picks up on the fourth ring. - not that I was counting.

"Heey Sharl, what's up?"

Oh damn, his voice. Ahh perfect.

"Hello?"

Oh crap, what do I say? I want to sound casual but not too casual so he doesn't think I'm flirting with him. I don't want him to know I like him, but then I kinda do.

"Uhh, heyy! Sorry it's just you told me to tell you if your cat comes wondering to my place again."

Ugh really Sharl? So not smooth.

"Haha I'm guessing he's at your place then?" Nah, he's on a plane flying to Canada, of course he is.

"Ah yeah, so do you want to come get him or do you want me to bring him over?"

My heart is thumping so loud it's a wonder he can't hear it. I can't believe I just asked that! Either way, I'll be seeing him soon.

I hear him softly chuckle, "I can come get him, if that's alright with you?"

OMG you can not imagine what he's doing to me right now, when the guy you like says he's coming over to your house, for the first time, you practically lose all sense of the world. He's coming to see me, I'm going to be seeing him soon. Somebody pinch me.

I dazedly reply, "Yip what time?"

"Mm, say, twenty minutes? And don't get too excited to see me."

I feel myself go red, even though I can't see him I can imagine him winking at me.

Waiting for him to turn up is agony, I've gotten changed into casual jeans and top and Ive been frantically rushing round cleaning up and making sure our house is looking presentable. Especially the front entrance. Thank god no ones home but me, other wise I would be sitting on the side line while everyone harasses him thinking he's my boyfriend. Which I guess I wouldn't mind, but the fact that he's not my boyfriend would make it embarrassing for both of us.

My hair is tied in a messy bun with loose strands hanging down the side of my face and it's only when the door bell rings when I'm conscious of how I look. Oh well, there's no time now. I skip down the stair case and unlock the door.

He looks so perfect standing there in his American ap-

Jesus, I have to stop relating my life to songs so much. And why the Hell did my brain pick that one! Of all songs there are it just had to be that. Sure I used to like it, but that's before it was played on the radio too much and I heard it everywhere. And now I absolutely hate it. I found it's what radios do best, find a good song and play it over and over and over. Until you've had enough and you just feel like stabbing the radio into tiny little pieces. . .

Okay I'm over exaggerating a bit but still, you get the idea.

Brady's hair looks perfect and messy all at the same time, I mean why can't girls have messy hair and it still look good?!

He's wearing Canterbury track pants and a casual T-shirt that hugs his muscular frame perfectly. He's looks so damn good. And here I am, jeans, top and don't even get me started on my hair.

He smiles, "heyy."

I beam, "hey! Come on in."

He looks around wide eyed as I lead him up the stairs. I mentally screaming of joy, he's here, he's really here. In my house!