"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.