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If you are under the age of 18 please don't read this.  This story is
completely fictional and any resemblance to reality just means I'm psychic.
If underaged sex doesn't really apeal to you, don't read this.  Comments
welcome.  Thanx :)




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I sat in the student commons, wishing desparately that I was someone else,
somewhere else, in some other time period.  My life was a complete and utter
disaster, with no end in sight.

I had just turned fifteen.  The three most important people in my life also
happened to be my best friends.  I know, I know.  My *parents* should've been
more important, right.  Eh!  Wrong!  We lived in completely different worlds,
and were virtually strangers.  My best friends also happened to be completely
different from each other, and it was a wonder that we all got along.  Jessica
was a nice, sweet Catholic girl who's only ambition was to marry a nice, sweet
Catholic boy and have a few nice, sweet kids.  Kristin, on the other hand, was
a tall, breath-taking blonde with too many ambitions.  She wanted to be an
actress, and a model, and a singer, and she wanted it all *now*.  I didn't
think it would ever happen.

And then there was Kristin's boyfriend, Michael.  He was one of my best
friends, and one of my biggest worries.  He was tall, with blonde hair and

blue eyes.  Sounds sorta like an all-american kid, eh?  He would've been
disgusted to have thought of as having that label.  He hated sports, school,
anything
that had to do with other people having athority over him.  He spent
most of his time in front of a computer screen, which frustrated Kristin to no
extent.  He and Kristin alomst looked related.  He had some big problems in
life, the biggest being depression.  I remember once that he told me
depression had become a way of life for him.  That depressed *me*.

I was most like Michael.  I got very depressed and it happened a lot.  I was a
small girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes..  I looked a few years younger
than I actually was, and felt a decade older.  I was very thin, and had even
been accused of anorexia a few times, although I ate like a horse.

There were exactly three things that were making me miserable.  The first was
that I was in love with Michael.  My best friend's boyfriend!  I felt so
guilty about it, even if it wasn't my fault.  Falling in love with someone who
doesn't love you back pretty much sucks, especially when he's going out with
your best friend.  The second thing was that I was undeniably attracted to
Kristin.  I waso ashamed about feeling the way I did about her, but that
didn't stop me from feeling that way.  I felt so horrible about my feelings
that I would never say anything to anyone, and kept it all inside me.  I felt
like I wanted to explode.  The third thing was completely out of my control.
Kristin was moving.  After she left, who would get me through my depressions,
who would be there for me?  No one.

Thebell rang for first period, snapping me out of my miserable thoughts.  I
shook my head, and, grabbing my bookbag, stood up.  It was the last day of
school before spring break, and hopefully I'd get through it.  Kristin would
be gone all spring break.  i sighed.  How would I cope?

Michael grabbed my arm as I walked by.  "Call me, okay?"

I just nodded numbly.  He was making me so miserable!  I knew I'd end up
talking to him on the phone until two o'clock in the morning every night
Kristin was gone.  Then, the minute she got back, he'd forget all about me.
I'd be lucky if he let me know he was alive.  It was pure torture, and I
didn't understand it at all.

I finally made it to first period and only half-listened to my geometry
teacher drone on about circles.  Guilt about my feelings for Kristin and
Michael weighed heavy, and I could feel depression setting onto me.

****

At eight o'clock the next night he called.  "You didn't call me, Andrea," he
accused.

I sighed.  What was I supposed to tell him.  "I love you!  You're killing me!
Now leave me alone, okay?"  Instead, I just muttered a lame excuse about dance
class getting out late.

Jessica's voice started giggling at me from the other end of the phone line.
"Jessica?  What're you doing at Michael's house?"

"Its three-way calling, silly," she told me.

"Oh.  What's so funny?"

"We really should tell her Michael!"  Jessica giggled.

I heard Michael laugh.  He hardly laughed, so whatever it was had to be pretty
funny.

"Tell me!" I begged.

Jessica giggled as Michael told me, "I had a dream..."

Jessica inturupted, "That someday all people--"

Michael cut her off.  "it was about you."

My ears perked up.  "oh really?

"I had a dream," more giggling from both of them, "that I banged you!"

I was stunned.  "You...you *what*!"

"I said, I had a dream that I banged you!" he repeated, seeming to enjoy my
shock.

"Lemme get this straight," I said, definately shocked.  "You had a dream
about...about sex with *me*?!"

"Now she gets it!"  Jessica giggled.  "He had to change his sheets when he
woke up, too!"  she joked.

"Actually, Michael said dryly, "I did."

I was still in shock.  I knew I loved Michael, but I'd never even considered
that he was even remotely attracted to me.  After all, Kristin was gorgeous
and had a fantastic body, what else did he need?  Obviously his subconcious
was pretty screwed up.


"Anyways," Jessica was babbling on, "we all were gonna go over to Michael's
tomorrow night and, you know, just hang out."

"oh.  W
 all is going to be there?" I asked, beginning to come back to
reality.
"You know, you me, Michael...David," she said.
"David" I asked.  "Is this the same David you've been drooling over for the
past month?"

Jessica just giggled.  Typical.

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end of part one.  Sorry...no sex yet.  Its coming up soon in part 2.