Entertaining, quick, smart and adoring. That's what I need to write a good story.

It sounded like a dream guy really, except I personally would change the 'quick' to passionate.

Just imagine the sceneā€¦ He's on a family vacation, has been for a whole term, because he loves his family dearly you see. He comes home a week early to surprise me.

I'm sitting at the computer completely bored missing my one and only. I'm so bored that I have actually attempted to write a story. Yep. That's how bored I am.

Anyway, the way I see it happen is that he opens the front door silently, not wanting to be heard just yet. He's holding some flowers, pink tulips, my favourite.

He'll go through each room looking for me, but it won't take long because I'll be seated where I am now, in the main room. He'll move forward, sneakily. Big rough hands will cover my eyes, and I'll jump slightly at the suddenness of it and freak out for a few seconds before smiling like a girl eating her favourite chocolate bar for the first time in months.

"Guess who?" he'll whisper in my ear, though I wouldn't bother answering, I'd squeal out of pure happiness, jump up and turn around to face him. I'd find myself enclosed within his arms, pressed up against his chest. I'd be able to hear his heartbeat. It would be beating fast, I'm guessing.

I'd tilt my head back so that all that enters my vision is his face. He'd look like the same man I've always known and loved. The same crooked nose he got from falling off the trampoline that time in my backyard. The same straight teeth showing in a wide smile I can't help but return every time I see it. The same long fluffy brown hair curling around his face I always tell him to get cut but he never listens. The same warm brown eyes, holding so much emotion as he looked into my own plain black ones that my smile somehow manages to get bigger.

He'll hand the flowers over, and as he does so he'll start on a big speech he's had memorized, because that's just who he is.

The speech will have me sighing in even more happiness. His words of love and devotion after all this time of waiting will have me hugging him dry. He'll push me away however and hold me at the shoulders.

"I'm guess what I'm hoping is that you'll say you have the same feelings towards me as I do to you. It's okay if you don't of course, I'll understand."

I'll cut off his ramblings with a kiss to the mouth. The mouth I've been dreaming of since the age of five. The kiss will deepen, affecting me in ways I didn't know were possible. I would wonder for a second if he could feel it too, changing us together, before the moment swept me of my thoughts and it was only him. Him, surrounding me everywhere.

He'd be the first to pull away.

"I love you," he'd murmur softly. And at that moment I would have found my heaven.

Yes. Yes of course, that's what would have happened had my dream guy actually existed. Well, he does exist. He's the one that makes my live worth living, my best friend and crush since childhood. Only he doesn't know I exist in that way, in the way I want him too. He probably never has and never will see me as anything more then his childhood best friend.

He'll probably come home from his family holiday claiming he's fallen in love with some other girl. He'd tell me how amazing she is and how glad he is he had the chance to get to know her.

He'll ask me what I think and I'll say that I'm happy for him and run to my room holding back tears as soon as he leaves. He'd probably, wait.

What was that noise? I think, my previous line of thoughts interrupted.

A bubble of hope bursts within me as I hear the faint click of the front door opening, footsteps creeping closer.

This better be him, I think, not some rapist. I think I'd die of disappointment if this doesn't end up being him. Not to mention I'll probably be murdered anyway.

It's then I see the flowers, and that feeling of pure happiness I was talking about before fills me. But they're not pink tulips, I think feeling my hope decline. He hadn't even remembered my favourite flower. The red roses are probably the girl he fell in love with's favourite flower.

All traces of heart ache disappear however when I see his face. Forgetting everything else, I run up and wrap my arms around him holding on tight. I get the same greeting in return and am grateful. I look up at him about to say my hellos and how much I've missed him. Only he kisses me.

My heart leaps and I'm so shocked that I stumble back a few steps. He just kissed me! It's like a dream come true. He kissed me! My heart leaps again as the words echo throughout my head. I can still feel the brush of his lips against mine.

It's then that I hear those magical words I never thought I'd actually hear from him but had always longed for.

"I love you." He blurted the words out, and then chuckled nervously as if he couldn't believe he had just said what he had. "I wasn't going to tell you like that, but I just couldn't help it. Seeing you again, it made my mind go blank.

"I had it all planned out too. I was going to creep up and surprise you, and say this huge speech I had memorized explaining how I didn't buy you pink tulips because I always got you pink tulips and I didn't want things to stay the same. So instead I got you red roses, hoping they could be the first change of many in your life concerning me. Then I'd go on to say how I've loved you for a long time but it wasn't until you weren't there sharing every moment with me that I realized I wanted you to be. I realized that I wanted you to be with me forever, spending every moment by my side. Not as my best friend either, but as the girl I love."

He stops there and starts to redden from embarrassment. "It sounded better how I had memorized it. I guess what I'm trying to say is, what I'm hoping for is, well forget it. You obviously don't feel the same I'll just be leaving."

But my lips are already on his, preventing escape.

I'll spare you the details, but let's just say it was, is, so much better than what I imagined it to be. And I have an unlimited supply of imagination.

I surprise myself by being the first to pull away, murmuring those three famous words softly.

"I love you."

A/N: I wrote this this morning because I felt like writing, which explains the unoriginal beginning. Hope you enjoyed it however, it's not often I finish a story, let alone in the one morning. Comments are appreciated.