part2

Part 2
(This has to be a dream.)

    Jonathan Taylor Thomas is going to show. I feel stupid. I knew I should have let my mom mess this up. It is hurting me every second he isn't here. I should be gald I emt him, I'm just a fan. Why would JTT go out of his way to make me happy? Ok that has to be his car. He gets out and walked to me, and just looks at me. "I didn't think you would be here." I was so happy.
     "I thought about it. I'm not supposed to meet people like this. Alone and at night," he says smiling right at me.
     "Yea, same here. I"m not supposed to. Why did you show?"
     "Well, I was thinking it's dangerous for me to come out here, but even more dangerous for a pretty girl like you being out here wiating for me. I something had happened to you, how would I feel?" Pretty. He called me pretty. I could die now and be happy.
     "So..." Please this of soemthing else to call me or to talk about.
     "So why are you wanting to met me out here? I could have sen your mom you know. I wouldn't make fun of you for anything." He understands me.
     As we sit on the stairs to the slide, I want to scream. This is a dream. It has to be.
     "You're better than you treat yourself, you know that right?"
     "No I'm not. I don't get along with people. People hate me. I'm different. I know that and I'm ok with it." Why am I being like this? Telling this guy all my problems, when he is perfect.
     "You're different, but not in a bad way. How differnt do you think you are?" he said smiling at me.
     "I don't know. Drop it ok?"
     "Tell me and I'll tell you how I feel differnt." He's different? Yea, right, too perfect to be different.
     "I'm in this program." Ok, maybe I can explain it without saying it all the way.
     "What type of program?" So much for that plan.
     "LD. Do you know what that is?" Please say yes.
     "No. What?"
     "LD is learning disorder. For stupid people." Now do you get it? Ok, he looks smart, but he's clueless.
     "Oh, what are you in there for?" he says like he cares.
     "My school thinks I can't read well. I'm good in everything else, but reading," I try explaining.
     "Well, can you read?"
     "Yea, I'm just shy. See, my teacher makes me read out loud in front of the class, I can't do that. I forget words like 'the' and 'is'."
     "I know the feeling," he says laughing at me.
     "Yea you speak well. You're not shy," I said roling my eyes away from him.
     "Well, you read in front of your class. I act in front of America."
     "Haha, you got a point." He's the best.
     "You're teacher sucks." He also understands me.
     "Yea, I told her I'm shy. I can read and I can read stuff I write out loud, but just not out of books."
     "I can't read stuff I write out loud," he says.
     "Now tell me how you're different." This should be good.
     "Don't laugh. I miss walking down the street without everyone knowing me." Cool, that means you're popular. I get yelled at.
     "I would like that." Dude, you're lucky.
     "No, you're lucky. You don't know the feeling until you can't be alone or go back." Ok, change the subject. I feel bad. He wants what I got, and I want what he has.
     "You're 16 now aren't you?" I say trying to change the subject.
     "Yea, Sweet 16, and I get treated like I'm in my 30s. So you're like 13 or 14, right?" I laugh. He thinks I'm 13 or 14 years old. Oh God, I'm 11.
     "Nope, I"m only 11 years old. My birthday was in February." I can't believe he thought I was older than I am.
     "Damn, really? You look so much older. I can't believe that I was starting to..."
     "What?"
     "I was starting to like you," he said taking my hand and holding it.
     "Oh, that's ok." I couldn't hlep smiling now. I'm shaking, I'm so scared, and plus it's cold. He knows I'm shaking because he is holding my hand. He looked into my eyes for the first time.
     "That's the first time I"ve seen you smile; really smile."
     "I don't smile much." Now I'm going back to feeling bad.
     "Let's get in my car. It's a little cold out here." We get up and walk to his car. I follow beside him. He is still holding my hand. He opened the door for me, too. We get in the car, and start talking. I can't believe he is still holding my hand. He satrts with my age again. "You do look older than 11."
     "You're the first to think so," I shrugged as I roll my eyes. My mouth is smiling and I can't make it stop.
     "You look so much better smiling." He rubs his finger over my lips and puts his hand on my face.
     "Thanks I..." I can't even talk now. "I've never been this close to a guy. I mean like this. I mean like..."
     "I know what you mean. You're so sweet, I don't know why any guy wouldn't want to be all over you." He kisses me on the cheek. "I'm trying to tell myself you're 11, but I can't stop thinking about you in this way." He leans over to kiss me again, this time going for the lips, but I can't. I feel sick. I know getting sick and him kissing me isn't a good mix.
     "What way?"
     "You and me doing this. I want to kiss yo uso bad, but I'm thinking you're only 11 and I shouldn't."
     "Well, you're only 16. Is 16 and 11 a big deal?" I say playing with his hand.
     "Yea, it is. I have had a girlfriend beofre and I don't know if I should be doing this with you." This gets any better I will pass out. He used me and girlfeidn in the same sentence."
     "Well I -- I understand. It's ok." Why am I giving up. He is hot.
     "No, you dont' undersatnd. You're 11, I can't be here like this with you. I want to but..." He is confused. Oh my God.
     "It's ok, really I understand. Can we still talk?" Oh please say yes.
     "Yea, Jessica, we can be friends, but I am just scared I would get into trouble kissing you and stuff.
     "I won't tell anything you say or do. Jonathan Tay -- you can trust me. You can tell me anything right now, and nobody would believe me anyways."
     "Call me Jon, ok?"
     "Ok." I smile.
     We sat there in the car for a few minutes staring at each other. I feel like I shouls say somehting. Something a fan wouldn't say.
     "What do you want to do when you get older?"
     "I act. I'm an actor."
     "I know, but if you weren't an actor what would you want to do? If you were a normal person." I'm trying to get him to understand. I feel dumb.
     "Oh, first of all, I am normal just like everyone else in the world, and second, I don't have a clue what I would be wanting to do. My life would be different if I wasn't an actor."
     "Different how?" His eyes are baby blue like stars in the sky.
     "My parents would still be together I guess, I would be in the average school. So I would be thinking different. You're the first preson besides reporters doing there job who asked me that."
     "Yea, I guess." I feel bad for him now. He sounded a little sad he was well, sad. Him? Sad? Wow. He can be sad.