"There's something about you." Flea said, locking his eyes with mine.

I smiled, "You mean how obviously beautiful I am compared to the girls you date?"

He laughed loudly, poorly imitating Santa. "Ho, ho, ho! That's a good one!"

Crossing my arms, I dared him to disagree with me.

"Heather, that'd be true," Flea said, relaxing his shoulders and half smiling, "in an alternate universe. There I hear you're the most beautiful in all the land."

I punched him in the arm, "That's this universe, Idiot! You're so gay."

Normally I don't start my stories with something someone said, even someone as low as my best friend, Flea, but it was what he said that started it. What started everything.