I had a dream last night. It was an amazing dream, too. So sweet and tender. You see, the dream I had was about a boy I don’t know. I had never seen him before, but he looked so familiar it was as if I knew him. And I loved him in this dream I had. For the longest time, I just stood there, wrapped in his soft embrace… and the world was right. Just something about him was so calming… warm. That feeling of his arms around me made me feel like I was in heaven. I want that feeling back; that feeling of being wanted and complete. That was the most realistic feeling, though it was a dream. If I could conjure up a feeling like that without ever experiencing it… now I want to know what it is really like…





My eyes shot open to see pitch darkness. But as things came into focus, I could see the silhouettes of the things around my bedroom: my desk, my TV and dresser. Everything as it should be. Slowly sitting up, I found my blankets wrapped and tangled around me and most of my pillows either on the floor and about to. ‘What the hell was I dreaming about?’ I thought. I was trembling a little and the room felt burning hot. ‘That dream… What was it…? Why can’t I remember it?’ I swung my legs over the side of the bed and placed my head in my hands for a moment. ‘There was… a boy in that dream wasn’t there? Why can’t I remember him? I can remember… the feeling he gave me… but that’s not enough…’  
“I wonder who he wa-” My breath got caught in my throat as I stared up at my mirror across the room from my bed. Next to me, laying down and asleep, was the bright strawberry blonde haired boy I had just seen in my mind. I whirled around and stared at my bed where he lay… and saw nothing. I shot my gaze up to the mirror again, and he was gone.
“God… Am I still dreaming or something?” I said quietly. I laid back in my bed and stared up at the ceiling fan slowly spinning in a circle. “That was a dream… wasn’t it…?”



I sighed loudly as I sat down at my computer. This thing was my life and obsession. I had just turned it on and I already had over ten windows open of things I check every day. I cracked my knuckles and typed some ‘Hey~’s and ‘Hallo :3’s to some of my friends and pouted when I saw my boyfriend wasn’t online. He never was; he usually preferred playing football with his friends or something. I mean, that was okay with me, but it was nice talking to him more than at school or when we went to the movies or for less than an hour before bed. But still, some was better than nothing.
I opened a window to start my homework and continued talking to my friends, who were all, me included. complaining about how boring this essay was and how we all really needed to get it done. Thus the reason why we were talking to each other instead of typing it. I propped up my notebook on the monitor and started typing out my hurried handwriting out onto the screen. After a good ten minutes, my friends had all simultaneously quieted, either actually doing their eight page long paper, for getting fed up with it and going to do something else.  I leaned forward to flip the page of my notebook, when another instant message window popped up in the middle of the screen. Raising an eyebrow at it, I flipped the page and read the message.

[Unknown-User]: Alyssa?

‘Unknown user? Either that’s a really creative screen name, or there’s a problem…’

[LuvlyMsLyssa]: who is this?

[Unknown-User] has signed out.

Now, this caused me to raise an eyebrow. Some random ‘unknown’ person instant messaged me, then immediately got off. Trying to just shake it off, I went back to my homework. But twenty minutes later, I found myself thinking of this again. Growling, I opened a new message window and send a simple ‘Hello.’ to ‘Unknown-User’. The person was signed on; the message had gone through. But I got no reply back. After about five more minutes, the screen flashed  ‘[Unknown-User] has signed out.’ again.

I stared at the screen at sat back in my chair with my arms crossed and sighed loudly. I had no idea what was going on, but I knew I didn't like it. Maybe it was just the wrong IM and happened to be the same name. I mean, Alyssa wasn't that much of an uncommon name. That had to be it. No one at school was smart enough for a prank like this. No, my school cared about sports over grades. If you had at least a C, you could be in any sport. That's why all the jocks were morons, cheerleaders with them, and everyone else had to help them with their homework - or just do it for them - or worry about getting stupid gossip spread about them. Welcome to the food chain that is high school.



I sighed as I walked up to the school building. "Hey! Taylor!!" I called to my friend who was walking up the path a few yards in front of me. I smiled and hurried to catch up with her then we walked together. "I see you got your hair dyed again..." I laughed, pointing to the blue streaks she had going through her dark brown hair and she smiled.
"Mhm! I think I may stay with this one for a while.."
"Instead of changing it every two weeks like you've been doing?"
"Heh. Yeah..."
We walked in silence for a little bit until we started to ascend the cement steps up to the school. There was a small crowd of cheerleaders giggling and gossiping like they did every morning with their boyfriends standing protectively around them as if they were trophies. Because in a way, they were. I mean, who wouldn't want a giggling, disgustingly thin, snobby prep as their friend? I'm sure everyone was just jealous of them.
Heh. Yeah. Right.
I started toward my locker, Taylor still by my side and I decided to break the silence that had formed. "Hey... A weird thing happened to me yesterday..."
"What?"
"Okay, I was typing my essay for Lindley's class, right? And I suddenly get this IM from someone called 'unknown-user'."
"What the hell? That's... weird..."
"I know. But the weird thing was they said 'Alyssa?' and when I asked who it was they signed off!" I walked over to my locker and put in the combo, pushing the lock up to open it, but it didn't budge. Frowning, I punched it and it popped open immediately as if to apologize for not opening the first time.
"Okay. THAT is weird."
"Mmmmhm. And when later I IM'd them back just saying 'hello' and it went through and everything and nothing for like five minutes. And then they signed off again..."
Taylor just blinked at me. "Yeah... Sleep with a bat next to your bed, okay?" she laughed.
"Heh. I'm sure it's just a prank..." I grabbed my science book from my locker and shoved some of my books from last night back in. "I hope it is anyway..."
"Iunno. Did you piss off a prep? Or..."
"No, no. I've been good lately." I laughed. The preps at our school were just... there's no real words to describe them except angry gibberish. You accidentally shove them in the hall, and you're going to get your ear chewed off about how much better they are then you and so much other things that aren't true and would just make you laugh in their whore-ish faces. But, after a while, you know better. I purposely shoved one of the bitchiest cheerleaders into a door one time and when I laughed at her horrible burns and diss that didn't make sense, I came to school the next day with my gym clothes and brand new shoes dyed black. So I've learned to hold my tongue and finish their sentences for them when I shove them or 'accidentally' spit on them.

A sudden pair of muscular arms wrapped around the front of me. "Hey, babe." whispered a voice into my ear and nuzzled into my neck. I shuddered a little and smiled. "Hey, Sean..." I saw Taylor roll her eyes a little and I smiled a little at her.
She sighed a little and smiled back. "I guess I'll just leave you two alone then." she laughed and walked away.
Sean tightened his grip around me and I blushed a little.
“You smell nice today…”
I giggled. “I’m not really wearing anything…”
“Well, you always smell nice, so…”
Sean. My boyfriend. My super-athletic, cute, smart - for the most part - boyfriend. We had a few things in common… Not all that much, but enough. We’re more like really close friends who kiss and touch than a couple. At least that’s how I think of it; I know he doesn’t.

“So, are you going to the dance next week?” he purred into my ear.
“Hm… I was thinking about it…”
“Well, if you were gonna go with me…?”
“Then it would be a ‘yes‘.”
He smirked a little. “Heh.” He nipped at my ear before releasing me from is tight embrace. “Later, sexy!” he called and waved over his shoulder as he walked towards his next class.

I blushed a little and leaned against the locker next to mine and continued taking my things out of my locker, a slight blush on my cheeks. He was always like this. Always calling me pet names and showing me affection, yet I still always blushed. But ever since I had that dream, it felt kind of strange. Was I blushing because I felt I should? Or because he made me feel something that would make me blush? I wasn’t sure anymore. But that feeling I felt in my dream… That that boy gave me… That is not what I felt with Sean. And that feeling made me do a lot more than just blush.



I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Why was that dream from a few days ago still in my head as if it was a memory instead of a figment. The fan above me was still slowly spinning as it was when I had woken up before from that dream. The light pink light from the setting sun filled my bedroom through the open window and the breeze tickled my white sheets that hung off the side of the bed.
My iHome gently played some music as the breeze flipped the pages of my chemistry book that lay open in front of me, my homework half complete. I didn’t plan on finishing it any time soon, though; I was lost in my own little world.

“Now, if she does it like this
Will you do it like that?
Now, if she touches like this
Will you touch her right back?
Now, if she moves like this
Will you move like that? Come on
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it”

I mouthed the lyrics and the words lightly came from my mouth. Taylor had told me about this song and I was just hooked on it. It was a nice song to just zone out to. And that’s just what I wanted to do right now: not think about the real world. Sean had promised to take me to the movies today, but canceled at the last minute and had to go somewhere. I was disappointed, but, hey, what could I do about it? He had last minute plans like this before, it wasn’t really anything new. He was just a really busy guy… I guess…
Well, I never really saw a problem with it… But all my friends did. I never really saw why… But now I was feeling like I should be angry at him.
Damn that dream I had. Damn that boy I don’t know and damn the feeling he gave me. Damn him for making my real life seem so awkward to be in now. And damn him for not coming back yet.

As the song continued to play, a rough wind blew into my room. I felt it tickle my left arm and slowly move its way up to my shoulder. My eyelids felt heavy as if the wind was enlaced with a soothing lullaby.
“Alyssa…”
The voice sounded like… the only real word to describe it well would be honey. It sounded like honey. A voice that would make a heart melt, a flower bloom, an angel sing. Such a beautiful sound that made me want to weep upon hearing it. Such a voice that just floated out of what only could be the most precious looking lips and would make even the strongest-willed of people kneel before its speaker in awe.
And that voice had just spoken my name.
“Alyssa…” the voice said again and I felt a shiver go down my entire frame. The feeling hovered on my arm and felt warm and comforting.
“Tell me where it hurts…”
I had such hysterics going on inside me that I couldn’t process what he meant. What did he mean, tell him where it hurt? But my right hand seemed to move on its own as it slowly ran up my side, over my chest, and almost to my left shoulder where it weakly pointed to my heart. “Here…” I heard myself speak softly.
He let out a soft chuckle that made my eyes almost roll back into my head. I could almost feel a warm breath tickle my ear. “I can fix it…only if you want me to…”

“Hm…?” I tried to turn my head to the side where the voice warmed my ear but was stopped at the feel of a hand gently cupping the side of my face, then fingers tracing my jaw line. I felt a thumb gently run over my lips, but my head was angled at such a way that I could not see.
“Alyssa… Wake up.”
“…Huh?”
“Wake up.”

My eyes slowly opened to see my bedroom fan slowly spinning and her room freezing cold. “Wh-What…?”
I turned my head slightly and looked out my window to see the night sky. I had fallen asleep…?!
I quickly sat up and, ignoring the head rush. looked around. It was my bedroom. My homework was scattered a little around my bed, and my clock read a time that was three hours later from when I last saw it. Everything was as it should be. Save for my face that could still feel that perfect touch running across at and that voice that would not leave my head. This person was too detailed; too… amazing… to just be in my head. I rubbed my temples and glanced down at my chest where I had pointed. It didn’t hurt. My heart was not shattered! I had a boyfriend!
I sighed loudly as I slowly stood and glanced at my cell phone. I had a few texts, but none from Sean. I walked to my laptop and glanced at my IM list. A few IM’s… but none from the person I wanted.
Maybe my heart wasn’t broken… But that doesn’t mean it couldn’t hurt…



The next day I was supposed to go out with Sean. We weren’t really sure to where; probably the movies or something. We were going to decide when he came to pick me up from my house after school. But… two hours later and he never came. I laid sprawled out on my bed, my red cell phone next to me. I had texted him a few times and had gotten no reply.
I sighed and buried my face in my pillow. ‘Why do I feel so aggravated this time? I mean, I never felt so discouraged about him being late before… So why am I so-’   I quickly sat up and shook my head. No. What was I thinking? He was probably just running late… Something probably just came up.
But still…
I slowly sat up on my bed. I didn’t want to fall asleep or something, incase he did call. I walked over to my computer and pressed the button to turn it on with my foot and sat in front of it as it booted up. I had already finished all the homework I needed to and read all the reading that was assigned. I knew I had some messages or comments waiting for me, but I wasn’t in the mood to answer anything. I was in the mood to go out with my boyfriend. Or to cry for some reason that I didn’t know. I just felt so frustrated. Why was I like this now? Sean has always been good to me; giving me hugs and gifts and things like that. Why did it burn me up so much this time? I signed onto my messangers and glanced at who was on. Only person I felt like talking to was Taylor, but she got to me before I could say anything.

[Tayness1234]: hey lissa why did you leave school so quick?
[Tayness1234]: i needed to give you game back :0
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: lol oops.. XD give it to me tomarrow…
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: but i left cause me and Sean were goin to the movies or something
[Tayness1234]: …then why are you home? o_o
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: he didnt come yet…
[Tayness1234]: o_o
[Tayness1234]: school was 2 hours ago o_e
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: …..>_>;
[Tayness1234]: you said you wouldnt do that anymore…. T_T
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: do what?
[Tayness1234]: wait around for him every time he never shows
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: I never said that. T_T
[Tayness1234]: well you should
[Tayness1234]: you shouldnt waste your time waiting for him to come
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: its just waiting
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: I dont mind
[Tayness1234]: 2 hours is pushin it.
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: *sigh*
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: really… I dont mind waiting…
[Tayness1234]: whatever…
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: …
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: fine.
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: if he doesnt show by 7, you wanna go get icecream with me
[Tayness1234]: …
[Tayness1234]: 6
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: T_T;;
[Tayness1234]: T_T

I glanced at the clock. A few minutes after 5...

[LuvlyMsLyssa]: …
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: fine.
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: 6
[Tayness1234]: good lissa. ^_^
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: T_T;;;;
[Tayness1234]: and ya know what?
[Tayness1234]: ill actually pay for some of mah icecream this time
[LuvlyMsLyssa]: but not all of it?
[Tayness1234]: of course not.
[Tayness1234]: why break teh tradition? XDD


I couldn’t help but smile a little. Same old Taylor. And sadly, same old Sean, too. I walked over to my bed and sat with my back to the wall and looking out my window. The nice October breeze blew in and felt amazing and crisp. I knew full well it was going to snow soon, and I was heartbroken knowing I wouldn’t be able to have my window open as much as I did now. The breeze was always so amazing and calming; that was why I always fell asleep. Plus I was incredibly lazy, but that’s besides the point.

After sitting on my bed for a few minutes, watching the time on my cellphone slowly tick by. But it wasn’t long before my mind slowly drifted to that boy I had been dreaming of; I don’t know why. I wasn’t sure if I was aggravated about him being in my head so often, or if it was a nice retreat from my real life to have someone who no one knew about just mine. But he wasn’t real. So of course he would be all mine. But…
At this point I smashed the palm of my hand into my forehead. I was getting my thoughts confused over nothing and I was starting to get a headache over it. It was a dream. As simple as that. A reoccurring dream. Mine just happened to be about a boy. A delicious boy that-
I hit my head again. Damnit, I shouldn’t be thinking like this. I have a boyfriend.
… He just happens to be two hours late to pick me up.

I sighed once more and glanced at my phone. Fourty-seven minutes until six. I put my left hand on the opposite side of my body on my lower ribcage and my right hand on my oppisite shoulder and rested the side of my face on it, my right elbow resting on my forearm. My hand lightly fingered a strand of hair that had been hanging down from my messy ponytail. My phone chimed at me and I quickly snapped my head over to look at it. …Low battery.
I pouted a little and rolled my eyes slightly and rested my head back on my hand. ‘Che. He never calls when he’s running late. But when he does come he apologizes for it and says a reason… Maybe he just has low minutes or something…?’ I let out another loud sigh and snuggled my face into my shoulder and hand, my knees pulled up to my chest and slowly closed my eyes.


“My, my… what a sleepy girl we have here…”
My eyes shot open. I was now laying on my side, my face in my pillow like I had fallen over, my hands still in their same positions. I saw a pair of legs in front of me, a pair of beat up old jeans on them. But my bedroom looked slightly blurry and… soft, I guess would be the word for it. My eyelids felt heavy like they did before, so I could not look up at who was speaking to me. But I recognized the voice in less than an instant.
Because it sounded like honey.

I let out a light sigh and said nothing to the figure, allowing my eyes to close a little more.
“Tired of waiting?”
I couldn’t help but frown a little. No matter how delicious that voice was, the words still stung. But all that honey cushioned it a little. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I felt the weight shift a little on the bed, seeing his form sit down next to me. “You know exatly what I’m talking about, Al-lis-sa.”

“You’re a dream.” I growled, though I don’t know why. I suppose I was just trying to convince myself more then tell him.
I felt him lean closer to me and his breath on my ear, his words cutting like a knife, but once again, his voice making it sound less like it was intended to hurt me.
“You wish I wasn’t…”

I bit my lip and allowed my eyes to close, lightly shaking my head from side to side as he continued to speak.
“With all your heart right now, you’re wishing I was a real person and not just some muffin you dreamed up. You-”
“SH-SHUT UP!! YOU’RE JUST A DREAM! YOU’RE IN MY HEAD.”
I could feel him lightly combing my hair with his fingers. “Yes, yes, we have established that. But that doesn’t mean that you don’t want this dream to come true…”

I let out a quivering sigh. “Y….You….”
“Alyssa…”
I narrowed my eyes a little at the voice. “H-Hn…?”
“Alyssa…!”
“H-Huh…?”
“AH-LISS-SAH!”
My eyes slowly fluttered open. “T-Taylor…?”
“Alyssa!! C’mon, I’ve been out here for like five minutes! You said ice-cream at six and I gave you six fifteen! Get your ass out here!!”
I slowly sat up. ‘I-I’m awake…? It was a dream…? Again?’ I glanced at my cell phone. It was flashing, showing it was going to die. But I saw there was still no messages.



It was nearly seven-thirty by the time I got home. Taylor had dropped me off at my house and went home herself. I slowly walked up to my bedroom, knowing full well I had done none of my homework. I had to do it now; it was way too much to do just tomorrow morning before it was due. I sat down on my bed and poured out the contents of my messenger bag onto my bed and sifted threw it, looking for a certain paper that was the most important. I laid down on my stomach and was about to start my biology homework when I spotted my phone about to fall off my bed. I snatched it and leaned over the side of my bed and grabbed the charger of it and plugged it in, dropping it on my pillow. My little cell phone was a few years old and didn’t have much battery power, but it did everything I needed it to do. I opened my book and began to scribble out answers onto my notebook, becoming more and more bored by the second.
I glanced at my charging cell phone on my night stand and leaned over and took it into my hand, turning it on and dropping it on my pillow. I scribbled down some answers onto my paper as my phone chimed its start-up noise.

I let out a sigh as I flipped the page over, now finished with the first half of it. I glanced at my phone and noticed there was a message on the screen. Leaning over to it, I saw that it said ‘New Voice Mail’ I rolled onto my back and grabbed my phone, pressing it to my ear as I pressed the button to listen to it.
“Hey, baby, its Sean. I am SO sorry I didn’t come on time; I got grounded the moment I walked in the damn door. My dad was pissed at me for some stupid-ass reason; I forgot to do something or something. I dunno. But yeah, I tried to call you a few times but yeah. Talk to you tomorrow I guess. See ya, babe!”


I sighed quietly and stared at the small screen of my cell. ‘I guess this was a good excuse. Not the best, but an excuse all the same.’
I sighed again and placed my phone back on the nightstand. I didn’t feel like calling him now; I still had homework to do. And besides, we would both forget about it by tomorrow anyway, so why bother arguing about it tonight? I opened my book once more and scribbled down some answers, and before I knew it, it was nearly eight-thirty. I hopped off of my bed and walked out of my room to the room directly across from it, the bathroom. I turned on the shower and walked to the counter next to it and turned on my iPod and it’s speaker, music blaring over the sound of the water. I stripped myself of my clothes and stepped into the hot water, allowing it to pound onto my head as the music filled my ears. I poured my strawberry-scented shampoo into my hands and lathered it though my dark hair. And my shuffled iPod switched songs and I couldn’t help but smile and sing along with the lyrics.
“Hey, you’re a crazy bitch…” I couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of me and my friends all crammed into one car and driving to the movies on my last birthday, all singing the song at the top of our lungs, my mom shaking her head to herself in the driver’s seat, trying so hard not to laugh her ass off at us or join in singing.
My friends meant a lot to me. I had a group of about twelve girls, add on a few close guy friends, and Sean of course to that. Our school had finally gotten round tables for the lunch room, but we all still sat at the old bench tables so all of us could fit, and that we could barely manage. We had a lot of good times with us. Many of which included tackling each other in the hallway and accidentally making a dog-pile road block. Also making us shoot soda - among other things - out our noses, having a sandwich fight at lunch, and even going as far as breaking our lunch table in half once. Something none of us will ever explain, exaggerate  or forget.

Twenty minutes later, wearing only my fluffy pink robe and a white towel to wrap my hair, I walked back to my room. My iHome had started the Romeo and Juliet soundtrack just before I had finished, and I was in the mood to watch a movie. I walked to my TV and skimmed though all the movies above it before I found the VHS tape of the movie. I had recorded it the last time it had come on because I had loved it the first time so much. I pushed the tape into the TV and hit play and hopped onto my bed. I wrung my hair out as the movie started, me saying every word of it softly as it played.


I bit my lip and tried hard to choke back my tears. I knew it was just a movie. I knew I had seen it over a hundred times. Yet still the ending always made me sob like a baby. But then again, who could help themselves at such an ending. “And thy save not a drop of poison for me?” I spoke softly through my tears. I tore yet another tissue from the box next to me.  “Oh, come on, Aylissa!” I barked to myself and wiped away my tears. I sighed and couldn’t help but smile a little at the flashback of Romeo scaring Juliet and both of them falling into the pool. That had to be my favorite part. Or maybe them kissing in the elevator; I couldn’t decide. This movie was so sweet and so sad at the same time; that’s what made me love it so much. I stood and walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms, a tank top, and underwear. I stripped myself of my soaking robe and got changed and I grabbed my hairbrush from my dresser and plopped onto my bed again. I pushed out my under-arm length brown hair and watched as the credits started to scroll up the screen. Hitting the info button on my remote, it displayed the time, 10:39, in green numbers on the screen. I pulled my blankets over me and turned off the TV and turned off the light on my nightstand. I snuggled into pillow and slowly closed my chocolate brown eyes, gently singing a song from the movie to myself.
“Little star…”




“Oi! Alyssa!”
I turned around when my name was called to find myself in a huge room full of people. Everyone was in costume and dancing about and I was on a flight of stairs looking down at them all.
“…the hell?” I looked down at myself to see a short white dress on me and a pair of fluffy angel wings fastened to my back.
“Alyssa!”
I looked down the stairs and my eyes widened a little at the figure approaching me.
“M-Marcus?”
The dirty-blonde haired boy came up to me. “Heh, nice wings, ‘Lissa,” he said, looking me up and down.
Marcus. He had been my friend for as long as I can remember and I loved him like a brother.
I tried to speak to him, but my voice was somehow caught in my throat.
“C’mon! He’s been waiting for you!“ He took my wrist and pulled me down the stairs. With a good shove he sent me into the crowd of dancing people and immediately disappeared from my vision as people walked in front of me and I was slowly pushed around the room.
I whirled around, searching for a familiar face, but everyone was in mask. My heart started beating a little faster as I franticly tried to get out of the crowd, feeling slightly Claustrophobic.

I turned again but found myself stopped halfway. Something gently held my right wrist, resting it on top of my shoulder. It was a hand; strong and soft. It’s fingers laced with mine and another hand rested on my left hip and trailed down my thigh a little, but I put my hand over it to stop it, our fingers lacing again. My unknown partner and I began slowly swaying back and forth to the music in the background in a circle, the people around us slowly spreading out and backing away, giving us a large circle of space.
“Don’t I know you…?” The voice of my partner said quietly in my ear and made me shiver.
“You may…” I didn’t know who it was, but I certainly knew the voice. The one that made me melt and my head turn to jelly.
“Mm…” I felt his face brush against my cheek as he leaned forward and gave a chaste kiss to my hand. I turned my head the slightest and caught his eyes for the briefest of moments. And I swear I felt my heart skip a beat or three. They were the most calming, bottomless eyes that made you feel… complete. A deep blue that made you want to keep staring for as long as possible, because it was as if time had stopped and everything just felt right in the world. And in the brief moment I knew I wanted to look into those eyes once more. But they quickly pulled away from mine and my hand. I could still feel his soft lips planting the most tender kiss on my hand; such warm lips; such perfect lips.


I felt my cheeks grow hot and blush twelve shades of red, but I tried to take deep breathes to make myself look as normal as possible. But, god, was that hard to do, with someone with the voice of an angel and the most perfect eyes in existence behind me. Dancing with me. Holding my hands.
And had kissed me in a wonderfully tender way that made me want more.

"Alyssa..." 
"Hm?" I hummed. My eyelids felt somewhat heavy as if I was in a trace. 
He nuzzled his face into the side of my neck. His skin was unbearably soft and smooth and he felt so warm. If he wasn't holding me up I easily would have fainted. 
"Are you enjoying yourself?" 
I didn't answer. 
"Don't you have someone important - precious - to you?" He breathed heavily onto my ear as he said "That special someone just for you?" 
"I..." I felt like I knew the answer to his inquiry, but the words wouldn't come out. 
"If you had someone like that, then wouldn't you hate to be in this position right now? Hate to be-" 
"I didn't ask to be in this position." I said quickly. "I never said I even wanted to." 
He chuckled lowly behind me that made my knees weak. "Then why are you still holding my hand?"

I felt my breath catch in my throat. I looked down at my hand and sure enough, ours were still laced together. “W-Well-”
“You do have someone like that…” He purred into my ear, “Don’t you, Ah-lis-sa?”
I tried to answer, but the words just wouldn’t come out.
“Aw, so poor ’Lissa can’t lie?”
“I-I never said I didn’t…”
He chucked and wrapped his arm around me, turning me to face him slightly and his hand on my shoulder trailed down and across the valley of my chest before trailing up my neck and tracing my jaw line with the side of his finger. His hand gently cupped my face.
Staring at me with those perfect eyes, I felt my knees grow weak. He let out another chuckle. He spoke onto my lips yet didn’t quite touch them.
“You never said you did…”


I slowly blinked my chocolate eyes that were locked with his, unable to move. I felt paralyzed… and it felt alright for some reason. My head felt light and empty and my entire body felt warm. I knew my cheeks were stained red and my heart was pounding. And I knew that this beautiful person was less than half an inch away from my lips and had his arms around me.
He leaned a little closer, our lips just barley brushing against each other. His thumb slightly stroked my cheek and I felt goosebumps cover my body.
“Why are you doing this…?” I whispered.
“It’s what you want.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “It is your dream after all…” The feeling of his eyes on me made me feel like melting.

And I don’t know why I did it. I just don’t know what in my mind made me. But something did.
I pressed my lips to his.

Time slowed.
I knew I shouldn’t.
But I just couldn’t bring myself to pull away.
But something else did.
I suddenly felt a strong pair of hands grab onto my hips and pull me back. A protective arm wrapped around my waist and my face was pressed into something warm.
Something that smelled like TAG body spray.
A scent I immediately recognized as one that was of the boy I loved.

“Keep your hands off my girl.”
I heard the growl and felt the arm on my waist travel down a little lower. I tried to pull away a little, but the arms were firm.
“She’s mine.”
I tried to push myself away again, my hands in his chest. “S-Sean…”
I felt his breath on my ear as he leaned forward. "Alyssa... Don't you love me anymore...?"
I whimpered a little. "Of course I do..." I looked up at him slowly.
"Then why did you just show you don't?"
"I-I..."
He leaned his forehead to mine. "Your lips are mine. Only mine.”



My heart was pounding out of my chest as I quickly sat up in my bed. My vision slowly adjusted to the lack of light and my body slowly remembered where I was. I was covered in a cold sweat and could see the light pink tint of the clouds through my blinds as the sun rose. I looked at my iHome and it began to play my alarm the moment I did.

“It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss…”