Get Your 'Hans' Off Me

A few days later..

"Good morning, Hans," I called out to Joe, the guy at the front desk of the health center. Joe was your typical fitness club worker- he had to weigh at least three hundred pounds, but funny enough, he was shorter than me. He could bench press me in an instant though and never let me forget that. The guy was huge, all muscles. Short of a brain too, I'll add.

"Good morning to you too, Sexy," Joe winked at me. Poor Joe: he was disallusional again. He was the reason I wore loose sweats walking past the front desk; he didn't exactly think with the right head all the time, if you know what I mean.

"Pervert," I mumbled, walking past the front desk. I head someone laughing near me.

Oops, that wasn't outloud, was it? Turning in the direction of the chuckling, and saw a familiar face. Yet, I had no idea who it was.

"Oops." Notice I didn't say 'sorry.' Not like I was ashamed of my mouth - of course not!

"That's ok." The guy said from his seat on a nearby bench. He had to be a few years younger than me, but he was still very attractive, with dark blonde hair and amber-colored eyes.

"I think he deserved it. I saw the way he looked at you." Ahh, Mr. Beautiful had manners too. I examined him quickly, noticing, fortunately, that he wasn't in the same physique class as Joe. Muscle-y men are not my thing. This guy looked ok - but I'd never seen him here before.

Damn.. Where do I know him from then?

"I'm Maggie," I extended my hand to him.

"This is totally creepy, I know, but I swear I've met you.. I don't think I've ever seen you in here before." It could've been my imagination, but I thought I saw the guy cringe a little as he shook my hand lightly.

"Umm.. I don't think so." That was definently a cringe; he dropped my hand quickly too. I also noticed a shade of red creeping up his ears, flushing his cheeks pink as well.

"No, seriously. Do I know you from somewhere?" I inquired, being the persistent little bugger that I am.

"Actually.." he leaned over and stared in my face. It startled me at first, then made me really uncomfortable after a minute had gone by, a minute that seemed like an eternity.

"Do you mind?" I frowned, leaning away from him a little.

"Maggie? As in.. Maggie.. Margaret Suzana Olsen?"

"Ohmygod, yeah." I blurted out, staring in his eyes. They warmly recognized me. My face lit up and I reached up my arms around his neck. He couldn't have been working out too much before I got to the health club, he still smelled good.

"Zac?"

"It's been, like, forever," he hugged me back.

"Damn.. what happened to you guys?" I asked, breaking away.

"We're baaaackk." He teased.

"Oh no!" I gasped, slapping my hands lightly against my face in mock fear. "You didn't come back to make more of your God-awful music, did you?"

"Hey, I resemble that remark." Zac pouted.

"You guys were awesome.. I'm only kidding." I was charmed by the dazzling smile that replaced the pout on his lips.

"No problem, look who you're talking to. We're here because it's home and we wanted to take a break from mainstream music. Geez, we've been back for like almost a year now."

"Well, excuuuse me. It's not exactly like I was waiting for you on your front lawn with 'I LUV HANSON~ WILL YOU MARRY ME????' scribbled all over my body.."

"Well, we moved, so that wouldn't happen again."

"That actually happened?" I'd lost track of the Hansons and their career a few years after it'd exploded. I'd assumed they'd all forgotten about me.. most Taylor. He, more than anyone, had good reason to forget about me.

"No, I'm messin' with you. Hey, wait'll I tell Tay I saw you today," Mind Reader Zac widened his grin. "I'm sure you'd like to see him again."

"Oh, God no. Please don't," I begged, serious for once.

"I don't know if I could face him..." I looked at Zac briefly, sadly, then lowered my eyes.

"Well, ok.. only if you agree to meet me for dinner sometime. To catch up." The wink in his eye led me to believe he wanted to do more than just discuss our childhood memories.

"Maybe," I gave him one of my business cards, with my phone number on it. "I'm sorry, I'm going to be late for aerobics class."

"What do you need that for? You look great," Zac's eyes showed their appreciation of my stick-figure shape that lay hidden underneath a layer of unflatteringly-fluffy sweats.

"Thanks, but I'm teaching it. Kinda helps if I'm there." I squeezed his arm playfully as I passed by him. I walked down a hall towards the aerobics room, completely amazed that I'd seen him again, let alone he remembered me..

How much does Taylor remember then? I wasn't sure if I wanted that answer.