A teenage boy stared at a girl about the same age as him. She could feel his eyes burning into her skin as if she were being branded. He watched in awe as her long-fingered hands moved across the piano. He had always been amazed at how she could play music without seeing anything.
"Like it?" the girl questioned curiously, staring at him with her sightless gray eyes. Blond hair fell in front of her left eye.
The boy involuntarily traced her cheekbone, tucking the stray hair behind her ear. "It was almost as beautiful as you."
"W-what?" she stammered, raising her eyebrows. "Dylan, do you feel okay?"
"Never felt better," he replied, grinning. He moved his hand from her face to her waist, hugging her close to him. He tilted his head a little and moved closer to her. He kissed her ever so softly. She put her arms around his neck, weaving her hands in his thin, straight hair. "I love you," he whispered as softly as he could after they broke apart, their foreheads still touching.
"And I came here to make you dance tonight. I don't care about my guilty pleasure for you...." A girl woke up to Cobra Starship's "Guilty Pleasure" in her ears. An alarm clock sounded, though it sounded far away because of the music.
"Shut up all ready," she grumbled, "I'm up." She slammed her slim hand on the alarm clock, making it stop beeping. She stuffed her face into the pillow, blocking everything out except for the loud music in her ears. Suddenly, she remembered her dream. She practically threw the pillow in the floor and jumped out of bed. She grabbed her cell phone and felt for the ridges between the four, five, and six. After she found them, she dialed the phone number as easily as she did every day. It was so familiar to her, she didn't even have to think twice about the seven numbers.
"Hello...?" a boy said, half asleep. "Rose, why on God's green earth are you calling me at six in the morning?"
"I have to ask you something," she said, not bothering to take her ear phones out of her pierced ears. Not one ounce of tiredness masked her voice. "Do you--do you like me?"
"What? Of course I like you. I wouldn't call you every single day if I didn't."
"No, Dylan, I meant do you like me as a...girlfriend." Her heart skipped a beat as she said the word "girlfriend."
"Oh," was all he said. After a moment of silence, he continued shyly, "There's something I've been meaning to tell you...."
