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I sat on her bed as she folded her laundry. Her room was quaint, she had a queen sized bed with floral covers and white pillow cases, a big brown wardrobe filled with dresses--she's a shopaholic.
She had a cute chandler in the center of her room, it really tied it all together.

"I'm bored." I whined as I layed down I heard her giggle as she placed a neatly folded pink long sleeve into her drawer.

"Then disappear or something." She said. I groaned.
"Do you not understand that your mind is just a bunch of crazy pink glittery stuff? You have no hot guys that are my type in their except Jeremy and Avi but they aren't my type and they're just your memories!" I said.
She laughed again

"Want me to imagine a hot guy for you to hang out with then?" I sat up and crossed my legs, nodding.

"Yes please!" I accepted. She closed her eyes, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she thought.

"It's surprisingly hard to come up with a new face and a new personality..." She murmured.

"Just come up with a guy that you'd see me drooling over." I said.

"So basically every guy ever?" She asked. I rolled my eyes. "Kirstie!" I complained.

She opened her eyes.
"There." She said. I narrowed my eyes and she pointed toward her white bedroom door.

The known turned and entered a tall muscly blond, he wore a white sweater and black jeans with black toms.

"Hiya Kirstie." He said, walking inside. Kirstie's eye lit up as he hugged her.

"Yay! New friends!" She squealed.

The Blonds smile grew when he saw me. "New friend, this is Mitch. My imaginary best friend." Kirstie introduced.

The Blond say next to me and he is undeniably gorgeous.
"Hey, cutie." He said as she shook my hand. I felt my cheeks heat up as I looked at Kirstie.

She gave me a wink.
"Hi." I replied, looking back at him.
The
"Wait...Kirstie?" He asked, turning toward Kirstie.

"What's my name?" He asked. She bit her bottom lip.
She turned toward me. "I'm not good with names" she said. Scott looked back at me.

I stared at him...Blond, blue eyes, clear skin, tall, thinks I'm cute, well built....and he's from Kirstie imagination, I mean, as am I, but still...

I smiled at him.
"You're Scott."
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