A.N.: This is the preface to my new story. I just love Edgar Frog; I had to write a love story about him and his romantic struggles!!! It's not actually part of the story; it's more like an introduction to Laurence's thoughts. Hope you guys like it!

Last night I had a dream

That my doorbell rang

I opened the front door

And he was standing on my front porch

I noticed that four or five of his friends were on the bottom step

They seemed to waiting for something to happen

The sky was cloudy

It was late afternoon, so the clouds were getting darker

I asked him what he was doing here

He smiled and asked if I wanted to come over to his house for awhile

I shook my head and said

"No, sorry I can't"

Then I asked him

"Hey, d' you want to step inside for a moment?"

He had turned to leave, so he paused

I ran forward and hugged him from behind

He turned to face me

Now my face was in the chest of his black shirt

It was warm, so were his arms

I heard his friends behind us wolf-whistle and such

Then he followed me inside

We sat facing each other at the kitchen table

He only stayed long enough for hot chocolate

Then he pushed in his chair and strode back outside

I heard a car door slam as the engine was ignited

I listened as the sound drove out of my driveway

And back out of the development

I hung my head for awhile then returned to my homework

Later the doorbell rang

I pushed in my chair

And strode to the front door

I swung it open

There he was

On my front porch again

Only now it was dark outside

So the outdoor lamp was on

I asked him once more what he was doing here

He said nothing, so I took him in my arms

Pressing the side of my face against his shoulder

I gazed up at his face

Then he lowered his face

Our lips briefly met

He pulled away

And stared into my eyes

His look was hypnotizing

His flushed face

His soft brown eyes

His soft full-lip smile

I hugged him again

Suddenly there was some kind of transition

I opened my eyes

I was back in my room

It was barely dawn

I rolled over and reached to pick a photo off of my floor

It was him, and he was smiling

Hugging the photo, I whispered through tears "I miss you."