"Uh, hi."

"Hey, I just had a dream, and you were in it. Pretty cool, huh?" Then I had this terrible headache-like pain in the back of my head. "Ouch, crap. Wait, this is a hospital. Shit, what happened?"

"You, uh, ran into a subway train."

"Wait, I know you." I did know this guy, but no name registered. He was incredibley good looking though.. maybe I should go through this ordeal again sometime. "Do I know you? I know I do, but I can't put my finger on what it is." The fact that I couldn't remember his name started to bother me. I really needed to know, he was startlingly familiar.

"I don't think you know my name, but you just said it while you woke up." Taylor bit his lower lip, he cursed himself for not thinking of something impressive to say.

"I know I did, you were in my dream and I couldn't remember what it was until my dream ended. It was strange, but not the weirdest dream I've ever had." This boy looked a little nervous, no, more shy than nervous.

"Oh, umm. That's cool, I guess." Taylor couldn't think of anything to say.

"We're ummm not married or anything, are we?" I smiled, and he laughed slightly.

"Oh no, definitely not."

"So wait, what happened again? How did I run into a subway? Waaaaait......" It was coming back to me. I leaned back into my pillow and we sat in silence for a minute. "Taylor, yeah, that's right."

"I'm sorry." Taylor still didn't know what to say to Lane, but he thought he ought to apologize, at least.

"No, no, no. If you want to put blame on a person, it was both of us. Hmmmm...I know I was going to see someone, something."

"We, uh, had to go through your stuff to find out who you were, sorry."

"Heh, it's okay, so you know who I am, but you probably don't know anything about me."

"I know that you really like Tori Amos."

"Heh, true, true. I always have, I've met her a couple times."

"Really? That's cool. You don't know who I am, do you?"

"I know your first name, and I know that you look really familiar."

"Taylor Hanson. You don't look as if you like my band though."

"Oh, I did have umm Middle of Nowhere, a dub at one point in my life, but I don't think I took it with me to England. I just didn't like your voice when it was so high, or when you were so young."

"Where are you from?

"Hmmm, this is blurry, but ...okay Pennsylvania."

"Besides criticizing my band, do you know anything else?"

"I can't remember much too fast. And I didn't think it was terrible, it just isn't anything I'm completely in love with." I smiled, this was a situation I'd never been able to put myself into. "And once you reached 15 I thought your voice had drastically improved, and furthermore I certainly didn't think that you were that bland either." I laughed at myself, bullshit, I thought, he was quite delicious, the only reason that I got that damn tape was because I just liked him. To my delight he blushed furiously.

"Really?"

"Yeah." I yawned and stretched, then thanked the gods that I was still in my regular clothes, and not a nightgown. I felt his eyes process my movements, and felt sweet pleasure in the flattery. I felt as if he wanted to talk about our first meeting more, and he didn't know how to start to bring it up. But, lucky for him I bring up things like that, and quickly. "Alright Taylor, I'm getting the karma of some things that we should talk about right now."

"Karma?"

"The feeling of the vibes you're, well, we're giving off." "Okay, I get what you mean." Taylor shuffled in his small chair, it didn't quite fit him. I noticed how tall he was, compared to my 5'5" he would probably tower over me, he had to be at least 5'10". I also noted his insanely attractive black leather pants he had on, he looked smashing in them. God, what had happened to me? This is going to hurt so badly, don't get yourself into this, no. . . But it had already started, and I took a deep breath. I thought of my promise to myself months ago of never getting serious with anyone again. Just like that Simon and Garfunkel song, "Don't speak of love, I've heard that word before, it's sleeping in my memory." I sat up and moved so that I was sitting Indian style in front of him. "Alright, let's first get this down-I'm really honest when it comes to this kind of stuff, so I can say what I'm thinking easily. I'm really attracted to you, which is pretty rare to me, you could say I'm really picky. I'm really scared of any kind of relationship, I got into a really serious, hurtful one once. And I also know that you're probably with someone, so this ummmm well I don't know how you feel about his, but. . . "

"Lane, I'm not with anyone. You really have no clue about how I feel about you right now?" Tay cut my silence.

"I don't know, I really don't." Tay paused and his cheeks flushed a shade brighter than the red they already were. I honestly couldn't tell how much he liked me, but it was pretty obvious that he did feel something major, I just wanted to hear him say it.

"Shit. . . okay lemme think." His eyes looked violently frustrated. He moved his chair up to my bed, closer as if he had a plan of what to do, then it didn't seem good enough to execute on me. He looked at the bottom half of the bed, and his hands were figidty. I took his hands in my own, he looked at my face, and then straight in my eyes. A voice in my head screamed 'Stop! He'll hurt you! He'll leave you tomorrow morning, and laugh while eating his muffin at breakfast, then he'll pick up Someone Else as soon as he can!' 'Shut up, he won't, he's just as scared as I am' a stronger voice interjected. Our torsos grew closer, and I could feel his nearness with my every single cell. I felt as if I was breathing him in. We both paused before our lips barely met, we looked into each others eyes then I got my answer. His lips eagerly glided to mine and after another hesitation we both opened our mouths and began to get used to each other's inner mouths. His lips were silky and soft, they felt like electricity against my own. His tongue felt foreign next to my own, almost eel-like. I experimented with my own, not knowing how to repay him. I brought my hand up to his face and brushed back a stray lock of his burnished gold hair. His own hand went into my hair which was tied back loosely. I felt a quick, sudden dampness in between my legs, and felt my legs quiver. I put my other hand on his thigh for support and realized that he was shaking too. It heightened my senses and made me feel even more conscious. As I began to separate, thinking about who could walk in, he grew more insistent, wanting more. His hands went briefly to my waist, then disappeared he looked at me with bright, cherry red cheeks, "Sorry."

I looked him straight in the eye, "You say that too much."