I was in a house on the beach that had huge windows in the front. The water was right at the edge of the house, and if this had been real life, they could have destroyed the house. Me and my friend Megan looked out the windows and saw about five surfer guys in the water. As we were looking, one of the surfers looked over and smiled at me. He wasn't perfect looking but there was something about him that I was drawn to. He was blonde and really built. So, Megan drags me out and I start flirt with the guy, and she flirts with the four other guys. The two of us end up walking down the beach talking.
Later I'm at the house again,a nd some of my relatives are there. He comes (I never learned his name). I'm wearing a purple skirt and tank top now with some sandals. We go up to my room and both of us are pretty upset. He's a lot older than me. I ask him how old he is but it's as if he doesn't hear me, so I never find out. I think he was 24 or 25, and I'm 17. I don't tell him my age either.
We leave the house and it turns into my circular road at my real house. Megan is there with my other friend Al and we're just walking around. I get upset and am crying a little bit because I'm upset that I've never been kissed. I sort of sit on the ground and won't look at him. I really want him to kiss me. He slowly leans over to me and places the most gentle and tender kiss on the cheek. I look up through my tears and know I love him. Real love, something I've never felt before but it seemed so real. He helps me up gently and my friends leave. That's all I can remember. The perfect ending for a fairytale dream.
