Taylor ran frantically around the room. He was confused, completely confused. Everything was going wrong, so many weird things were happening. Angela stood by the door, ashamed and rather embarrassed. He seemed to be looking right at her, even though she knew he couldn�t see her. She could see that he was confused, but a deeper problem was trying to surface. It was because of that problem that he didn�t eat his dinner and remained hostile and unsociable. Angela didn�t know yet, but it sent Taylor into depression.
Now Taylor was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall. Just moments before he was running around, confused. His eyes were closed and his hands in his hair. He remained motionless, giving Angela the opportunity to study this mood. She had the emotions of confused and angry studied, so this added depressed and emotionally upset. She�d never studied a depressed person before, especially a depressed singer. Angela smiled and took a look at his hands. His fingers were long but a little pudgy. If he remained depressed they would be long and slender.
Then Angela remembered this wasn�t an ordinary man that she was analyzing. This was the Taylor Hanson that had tons of money, multi-platinum albums and millions of fans. Why was he depressed? It came all too clear, suddenly. The typical famous blues. A person, a teenager (which made everything worse) who was famous. Torn between his clean image that he had to keep for the cameras, and his home life. The fact that he knew he would never be normal again. The pain of feeling all alone, when the circumstances are quite the opposite.
Angela knew the feeling, it had been brought to her mind when she started her training. The three month training she had completed years before, on how to analyze a person by their physical appearance and know their feelings in their own individual way.
Angela studied him for hours before realizing any time had gone by. Taylor was obviously the same way when he glanced at the clock and it was already 10:30. He quickly got up and pulled off his shirt. Angela had to smile, he looked good. When he went for the pants, she looked away. He opened another door, one that led to a bathroom.
She watched how he brushed his teeth and washed his face. Everyone did it differently, it was another was of showing individuality. She studied how he shut off both the light to the bathroom and the bedroom. Letting her eyes adjust to the darkness, Angela waited until he was in the bed. When he was in and settled, she crawled to the side of the bed. Now that he was silent she couldn�t afford to make any more mistakes. Not now.
He slept like she did when she had a large bed, head in one corner, feet at the other. She shook her head, sympathizing for his first lover who has to share a bed with him. The fact that he took the entire bed showed dominant traits. Independence and dominance always went together, as insecurity went with coy. Taylor seemed to be both. It confused Angela at first, but in time it just made the boy more interesting. He was living two lives, that were constantly at war with the other.
Angela studied the way he slept. She couldn�t have any fun with his mind, not tonight. Tonight was studying him, so the fun could be even better. His sleep was sweet, as sweet as it could be for a boy. She knew he hadn�t drifted yet, it was too early and he hadn�t been tired beforehand. But he remained still, his eyes softly closed. For the first time, Angela realized it was cold in the room, so it was given that he would be clenching the covers tightly. She let herself smile. He looked so peaceful and angelic with his eyes closed and the covers pulled up to his chin.
When he finally drifted, Angela got up and walked into the bathroom. She ran the water and splashed it over her face. It has been a bleak night, all she wanted to do was let herself scream instead of staying silent. She hadn�t said a word all night, besides the groan when Taylor turned on the television. She enjoyed the cool water over her skin, letting it drip into the sink.
When someone walked into the other room, Angela dried her face and shut off the water. Two rooms had been connected by the bathroom, and the other one was occupied by Isaac. She jumped slightly and ran back into Taylor�s room. She hadn�t expected anyone to be in the other room.
Angela sat on the floor and leaned against the bed. Taylor was in a deep sleep now. His hand drifted off the bed and landed on her shoulder. She didn�t notice, for she was already asleep.
"Angela, you were out cold last night, I almost thought your spirit had left your body or something," Angela�s mother said the next morning before Angela had even opened her eyes. She moaned, and sat up. Finally she let her lids open. The shack again. The makeshift uncomfortable bed. The broken mirror. The ratty clothes.
As Angela got ready for the day, she couldn�t help but let her mind wander to the previous night. It was so weird that she had been there. She was there observing him, and studying him. From the way her crystal glowed, she knew it hadn�t been a dream, it couldn�t be a dream. A smile found a way to her face, and it stayed there. Her mother noticed it. "Well missy, someone must of had a nice dream." Angela smiled to her mother.
"Well mother, all I can say is that now my dreams are going to be what I look forward to every day." Her mother was confused, but shrugged it off. "See you later mom." Angela grabbed her school bag and ran out the door. Her smile grew as she walked down to the bus stop. She was early, so it would be a while before she had to get up. Angela was the only one at that stop, so her mother had to phone early if she didn�t go to classes. It would save the driver a trip. They never called.
While waiting, Angela thought about the next night. She wouldn�t be able to make any mistakes, she made too many already. The Maker of Dreams probably would have to talk with her. The process of freaking out humans was for lost souls, not a lucky psychic girl who had a wish granted. But then again, it might be alright. She didn�t know.
It was wonderful to be able to be there. To study him and watch him do whatever he did every day. To be able to calm him and make him forget things. Angela knew she wouldn�t be able to do anything tonight. Last night she�d been human, with mistakes. Not tonight. Tonight she had to be extra careful, be on guard all the time. She couldn�t do anything wrong.
Angela thought about what would happen if she talked to him. Maybe she�d be able to tell him that she was there and that everything that had been going on was because of her. It would be nice to have a conversation with him, and purposely confuse him. Where am I? Am I over here, am I over there? That would be a cute game to play. Maybe later.
Her thoughts were cut off by the bus coming down the street. Angela stood and waited for it to stop. The doors opened and she stepped in. Angela was too happy to have the torments get to her. Not that day. It was too precious.
With a smile, she walked back to her seat. Everyone gawked and stared but she didn�t care. When she arrived at the back of the bus, there was someone sitting there, in her seat. No one dared sit in her seat. No one wanted to upset her. "What the hell?" she yelled. "You�re in my seat!"
The bus grew silent. No one ever heard her talk, because when they tormented her, she kept silent. No one dared make her angry, they feared her. They all just tormented her. They would stop if she raised her voice, and the did.
The boy in the seat turned to her and smiled. The students kept quiet, watching her moves. Angela was upset now, her seat was taken. No one took her seat, no one dared. "Get out of my seat!" A few mouths dropped. They all wondered what she was going to do. They boy remained seated, still smiling. The twinkle in his eyes was familiar.
"There�s room for two," he said. Angela then recognized him. The Maker or Dreams was before her, and she had yelled at him. Immediately she sat down next to him, embarrassed. The rest of the people went back to their loud state of conversation.
"I�m sorry�" she began. He silenced her.
"Don�t worry about the yelling, I expected it." Angela looked away. "You did well last night. A few mistakes, but well. I congratulate you. When you go home there will be a surprise for you and your mother."
"Wait," Angela said, turning to him. "You granted me a wish, and now you�re rewarding me? I don�t have a problem with that, but why? I didn�t do anything for you." He smiled.
"Angela, I didn�t grant you anything. He�s in trouble, you found that out last night. It was pure coincidence that it was your dream to meet him. He needs you, Angela. You are doing the boy a favor. You are doing the Fates a favor. His problems are bigger than they seem. In time you will figure this out. You are needed."
Angela didn�t understand. Just before he had said it was her dream and he would make it come true. Well he did. But only if the promise if you. It clicked. This was her promise to him. He needed her to help Taylor. It was rather clear now. Angela turned to him, to explain herself. He was gone. He had disappeared, like he had the day before.
Angela looked out into the bus. A few people glanced back at her, then quickly away. It gave Angela a horrible feeling. It was bad enough that they had tormented her, it was even worse when they didn�t. She sighed and looked back out the window. The school was approaching down the street.
The bus stopped, arriving at the school.