The trouble with dream men! *~Kysta~* I hope ya'll enjoy this.....(Part 1)

The following is purely fictional. I wrote it myself, I hope you guys enjoy it. Luv, Kysta

Here it goes, The trouble with dream men.....

"Oh Crap," Megan Townsend swore as she looked out the library window and saw the steady downpour, "That's all I need!"

As if life wasn't hard enough for the twenty six year old divorcee, now she had to fight rush hour traffic in a torrent to get home to her three year old daughter, Kaycee. Glancing at the watch that graced her slender wrist, she smiled. By now, Little Kaycee would be on her fourth viewing of Peter Pan and her grandmother would be climbing the walls wondering where her eldest daughter was.

The pile of books and magazines in front of her, however, wouldn't allow her to leave just yet. She had a short story due in only a week for the Creative Writing class she'd chosen her elective at the local community college, and her instructor, Cally Peirson, was a real stickler for deadlines. Exasperated, she plopped her chin into her upturned palms and blew an errant strand of auburn hair out of her crystal blue eyes.

"How in the world am I going to pull this story off?" she asked herself. She was suffering from a major case of writer's block. Nothing would come. Megan would write two or three pages and then boom, her mind went completely blank. "How can I write a story about romance and adventure, when the most romantically exciting thing that has happened to me is fighting with rodney over late child support payments."

"You, my dear friend, seriously need to seek professional help." Diana Peters, Megan's best friend since the seventh grade was saying as she pulled up her chair and sat down. "The loneliness is definately getting to you."

"Lonely," Megan said with an incredulous smile, "How can I be lonely with a three year old keeping me up nights?"

"I think you would prefer a twenty seven year old stud muffin to be keepin' you awake ni. . ." Diana had to stop long enough to dodge the magazine flying pell mell for her face. Laughing loudly she went on, "Now you know I'm telling the truth, how long has it been? Two years?"

"None of your business, Diana!" Megan said, feigning anger. The two had been best friends for so long that they were more like sisters than friends. There was nothing they haven't discussed in the past eleven years. "Besides, the old crone up front is lookin' at us like we're a bunch of teenagers causin' trouble."

"Who cares about her?" Diana joked, shuffling through the pile of Magazine's and books piled in front of her studious friend, and then changed the subject, "Have you finished your story for our class yet?"

"No," megan answered honestly, "I don't know what I am going to do, I can't think of anything."

"What happened to Mendi, the gorgeous Indian captive you were writing about? Everyone liked her."

"yeah, but things werent going right. I was having a hard time making it believable." Seeing the look on her friends face, Megan knew what she was thinking and hurriedly went on to explain, laughing, "I know, I know it's suppose to be fiction. But Diana I want my characters to fall madly in love. . .like they'd known each other all their lives and when they finally meet, it's like. . .like they. . .Oh, hell. I just don't know. I do know that I cant wait until this class starts on poetry."

"That will be nice," Diana said, "Poetry is much easier."

Diana's green eyes sparkled mischieviously as she began, "What would be even better is if we had our own vast store of knowledge and excitement and romance to help us in our short story writing." Sighing and taking on a more serious expression, She added, "maybe you just need to change the subject and write about something you know about closer to home and THIS time period."

"But Di, I am close to that time period, you know how I feel about Native Americans. It's like I should have been born back then. Like I was born in the wrong time or something." Seeing the disbelieving look that came over her friends features, Megan went on almost desperately. "The dreams I have, Diana. He's in every one of them. I know, Di, It's only a dream, but it seems so real sometimes, like he's really holding me in his arms. Sometimes I can even feel the heat of the fires, smell the smoke and hear the drums beating their steady rythm. It's like I am really there!" She sighed, knowing it was useless to explain the strange feelings she had inside for the dreams that haunted her sleep, so she went on sadly, "Maybe I just wish he was real and that is why I see him so often."

"I don't know why you have those dreams, but if you were born in the wrong time, what about little Kaycee? Was she meant to be indian too?" Regretting that last remark, Diana went on, "I'm sorry, hon, but I worry aobut you. There are a lot of good looking men who would kill to date you and yet you are so judgemental of them. Always comparing them to your DREAM man."

"I worry about me too, especially after one of those dreams." Megan smiled, deciding to change the subject to a more humorous topic, "Maybe I do need a stud muffin in my life."

"yeah, and when you find him ask if he has a brother for me?" The two of them laughed, then muffled their giggles when they noticed the look coming from the old crone again.

"Well, hon," Diana said as she rose to leave, "I gotta be headed home, it's getting bad outside."

"Don't remind me," Megan said as she rolled her eyes, "do me a favor and call mom and tell her I'll be a little late and tell her not to worry. This research is killing me."

"Will do, and be careful going home. See you later!"

"Bye, and you be careful too."

Watching her friend walk out of the library, Megan felt a strange sesation develop in the pit of her stomach. A feeling of danger seemed to permeate her soul, and she almost called out to her friend, but decided against it. Besides she'd probably just call her a silly dreamer again. Shaking her head as if to shake off the feeling of dread, Megan got back to work digging through the pile of books in front of her. . . .

to be continued.

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Copywrighted by: Mendi AKA *~Kysta~*

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