Have you ever lain in bed, dreaming about the guy you like? Well that's what I was doing until I heard tapping at my window. I rolled over...and fell out of bed; the guy I had just been dreaming about was standing outside, staring at me through the window.

He laughed and I glared at him. "What are you doing here?!" I asked him as I opened the door that led onto my balcony to let him in. "It's," I looked at my clock, "1.33 at night! Tom is staying the night at Jordan's – I thought her had told you."

You see he's one of my brother's best friends. Someone I've known since I was in diapers.

"I wanted to see you fall out of bed," his words snapped me out of the trance I was in. I glared at him again. I was too tired for this; I got back into bed. It was really really warm... I looked up to find him taking off his shoes – his jumper already slung over the back of my chair. "What are you doing?"

"I'm cold – its freezing out there."

"So you're taking off your jumper and shoes?" I was confused.

"Well I didn't think you would want my wet jumper or my dirty shoes in your bed."

"Ok..." now I was really confused. I looked back up at him again, "I'm not sure if this was a dream or not – though if it was me falling out of bed shouldn't have hurt nearly as much – but I have hockey tomorrow well today so I really need to sleep." I let out a yawn and snuggled into bed, "'Night"

My eyes were closed and I was on the edge of sleep when he slid into my bed and placed one arm around my waist, "Sweet Dreams."

I woke to find that same arm around my waist. It was nice at first – warm and comforting – then I looked at it again. "That's not my arm," I stated confused.

He chuckled, "No – that would be my arm."

"What are you doing here?" so maybe it wasn't a dream...

"I came to watch you fall out of bed and it was too cold to leave after that; so I stayed."

"..." I am a morning person but I couldn't think of anything to say.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for hockey?"

I looked at my clock and started to struggle with my sheets, "I should have gotten up half an hour ago!" I tugged at my sheet...and fell out of bed, again.

He laughed. I threw a pillow at him, "Since you are more of a hindrance than a help at the moment you can make yourself useful –I want breakfast!"

"And you want me to make it?"

"Yes" I said – sounding like a three year old. "I want a poached egg but since I doubt your cooking skills toast will be fine." With that I left for the bathroom.

About two minutes later I was dressed in my hockey gear and downstairs. "Finished making my toast?"

He looked up in surprised, "That didn't take you long."

"I'm talented."

He let out a half sigh/half snort, "You sure are. Anyway here's your toast – one buttered with honey and the other has vegemite."

I grinned, "You know me way too well." I battered my eyes at him.

He grimaced, "What do you want?"

"Would you like to give me a lift to hockey?"

"Can I say no?"

"Yes! I'll just tell you that you can't always get what you want and that you're going to do it anyway. Your mum raised you as too much of a gentleman for you to refuse me."

"I know," he replied as I danced around the kitchen. "What are you doing?"

"I dancing – dur!"

"Yeah I know you're dancing but didn't your mother teach you to sit while you're eating?"

I patted him on the head, "Dear we've been through this before; my mother tried to teach me many a thing but I just wouldn't learn," I shook my head ruefully, "So she gave up!"

He shook his head at me, "Come on squirt get in the car."

I stood still and glared at him, "Squirt?"

"You are! You're tiny!"

"No I'm not – you're just abnormally tall!"

"We're going to be late for your hockey game."

Oh yeah hockey. "Are you going to stay and watch me?"

"And I'll buy you ice-cream afterwards."

"Yay! You hardly ever come to my games! Or buy me ice-cream!" I grabbed his hand and dragged him to his car.

"Ice-cream!" I yelled as I tackled him after my game.

"Slow down! I can't drive you there if you've killed me."

"Ok, ok, ok." I muttered, energetically hopping from one foot to the other.

We sat side by side in the park eating our ice-creams.

"Um-" he stuttered

"Yes?"

"You have ice-cream on your face."

I looked up at him, "Can you get it off?"

He leaned down and licked the very corner on my mouth, then pressed his lips to mine.

I was gasping for air when he pulled away, "I'm sorry... I, I," he said before he put his head in his hands.

"Did you mean to kiss me?"

"Yeah... no...well... yes I did," he finally admitted.

"Then the only thing I can think you're saying sorry for is not kissing me before."

His eyes widened, "You wanted me to kiss you?"

I nodded, "And you can tell Tom." I put my head on his shoulder and leaned into him.

"Sure," he replied as he buried his face into my hair. "Wait what?! Why should I be the one who has to tell him?"

"Because I don't want to die," I grinned. "And anyway you agreed to."

With that I reach up and kissed him.

"What are you doing with my sister?" we heard someone shout.

"Yeah ... I'll be going now..." I said as I went to stand up.

"Na-ah you will be staying with me and making sure he doesn't kill me."

Well my brother didn't kill him or me (though he almost did) and he buys me ice-cream almost every weekend.