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We stood under a pavillian, the rain beaing down on the metal roof hard. I could hardly hear a word Ryan was saying. He leaned over and wrapped his arm around and whispered in my ear, "Tell me something about your last boyfriend?"
I looked at him, his bright eyes sparkling with youth and laughter. I looked at my feet, "He said some things that hurt me. He always expected more of me, said I was turning into nothing. I wasn't going anywhere... I wasn't doing anything... and he was sick of being with someone who didn't believe in love."
Ryan leaned in closer, "Do you believe in love?"
I looked up at him, his eyes met mine. I found myself lost in his wonderous gaze as he half smiled. I smiled, "I think I'm begining to."
Ryan smiled even wider, "Do you believe in love at first site?"
I thought about it for a moment, but then blurted out, "I think I do."
Ryan shook his head, "Either you do or you don't, you can't have it either ways."
I frowned and looked back at my feet, I hated it when he did that. Questioned me, making me say things I never meant to say, making me feel like I was a bad person instead of "the greatest girl he's ever met". He constantly told me I was something special, but I always questioned myself about that. I wasn't anyting special. Everything I had slipped through my fingers or walked out on me, I felt like nothing. Yet here, standing next to me, wrapped in my arms was the greatest guy in the world. I loved him... even though I didn't think it was possible to ever love. I couldn't explain it, my heart thumped fast and skipped beats when he smiled, the smell of his skin made my stomach flop and my head dizzy, my knees buckled when he held me in his arms. I had feelings I never felt before.
And I liked it!
I looked back up at Ryan, his eyes watching my every movement. I smiled, "I do."
Ryan smiled again and leaned in closer to me, his lips pressed against mine. For a minute I thought the rain had stopped and the world wasn't moving. Time stood still, and I wanted it to stay like that forever.

 Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning, my head felt all puffy. I tried to sit up but my head was spinning and I laid back down, throwing the pillow over my face and moaning loudly. My mom walked into the room, "Good morning, sweetie. How did you sleep?"
I moaned again, "Not very well."
My mom sat next to me and rubbed my arm, "I'm sorry honey, I really am. I wish there was something I can do. I want to get Kyle back for what he did."
I pushed the pillow down on my face harder, "You can buy cloves of garlic and wooden steaks."
My mom looked at me and giggled, "Why would I do that?"
I removed the pillow and looked up at her, "I hear thats the sure way to kill a vampire. After all, Kyle did suck the life out of me."
My mom laughed, "I said get him back not kill him."
I giggled and sat up, the room spun around a couple times and then was still. I shook my arms loose and popped my back, my mom grimaced when I did. She hated the sound of popping, didn't even like it when I popped my knuckles. I sat up and touched my toes making sure I was fully mobile and then walked into the bathroom. I let my curls out of the bun and watched as the puffed up. I made a face in the mirror and plugged in my flat iron as I splashed my face. Once my flat iron was heated and my face was clean I went to work. It took a while to take out my messy curls but finally my hair was straight. I ran some products through it and gave it a little more volume before slapping on some make-up. I had just finished putting on my eyeliner when I noticed the room was oddly quiet. I stuck my head out of the bathroom and my mom looked at me, "Your sisters are with your father. They wanted to walk to the beach since it was only a five minute walk away."
I nodded, must be nice living in California. The ocean was right there and it was so beautiful. I had looked out the window last night when we crossed the line and saw the waves crash in. I loved the sound of the waves and the birds flapping around in the sky. It was peaceful and totally beautiful.
Once I had finished with my morning business I stepped out of the bathroom and pulled a sweatshirt over my pink tank top. I fixed my wrinkled pajama shorts and turned to head out of the room, grabbing my cell phone charger from the wall and sticking it into my sweatshirt's pocket, "You coming to breakfast?"
"Yep",my mom said as she walked up behind me. I looked down at what she was wearing, blue jeans with a white shirt that fitted her beautiful figure. Her make-up was perfect and her skin was flawless, I loved my mom.
I sighed at what she was wearing, "Do you think I should change?"
"Oh it doesn' matter",she said as she flipped her hand at me, "I bet there are plenty of people down there in their pajamas."
I shrugged, I didn't care at this point. I loved my warm pajamas and had no need in changing any ways. Once we stepped in the elevator I pulled at my shorts again, I hated it when they got all crunched up. My mom slapped my arm, "Oh stop worrying."
I giggled, I couldn't believe myself. Here I was worrying about how I looked when all I was doing was eating breakfast with my mom in a hotel lobby. I didn't know why I felt the need to look nice. My hair was all straight, my make-up was carefully applied, I was even worrying about what I was wearing to breakfast. I didn't know why but I had this feeling that something special was going to happen today.
The elevator doors slid open and my mom and I stepped out together, she was right. Everyone was wearing their pajamas to breakfast. There were girls in long pants and bright colored camis and other were wearing house slippers and even one girl had curlers in her hair. I giggled at that and my mom jabbed me with her elbow. I stopped laughing and we walked into the breakfast room together. I made my way to the buffet and picked up a plate, I felt eyes burning a hole through the back of my head. I shrugged off the feeling and slid down and picked a couple of strawberries. I had this strong feeling again as I placed the pinchers back and looked over my shoulder, there was no one I coupld see. I looked over my left shoulder and there in a corner table all by himself was this guy. He wore a black long sleeves shirt that was pulled up to his elbows and dark jeans. He wore darks shades and had two diamond studs in each ear. I couldn't tell if he was looking at me through his glass, but he was certainly looking in my direction. I turned back and began to slide down the line and pick up some grapes and apple slices, still with the feeling that someone was watching me closely. I turned back and looked at the guy again, he pulled his shades down to reveal his bright green eyes. My brown eyes locked with his and he stared for a second. I felt weird inside when he looked at me. He smiled a little bit and I blushed, looking down at my plate as I walked away from the line. I didn't notice the busboy walking behind me carrying a tray of dirty dishes. I turned and slammed into him, his dirty dishes falling to the tile floor and shaddering into a million peices, my plate of fruit spilling around and my strawberries getting stepped on and juice staining the rug. I hit the floor and closed my eyes, hoping nobody saw it. I heard people clapping and I turned a deep red, apparently everyone was watching. I stood up and saw the guy still staring at me. He pushed his sunglasses back up and smiled, chuckling actually.
My mom helped my up and brushed me off, "Are you okay?"
I fixed my sweatshirt and smiled as everyone stopped clapping. I looked at my mom, "I'm okay, my pride is just hurt."
The busboy stood in front of me, his arms crossed and his face bloodshot red. I smiled at him, "Sorry..."
He sighed and picked up the broken dishes and smushed fruit, mummbling under his breath. I sighed and got another plate, quickly filling it with the same thing, not even bother to see if the guy was watching me or not. I looked down at my feet as I quickly walked to the table where my mom was sitting, eyes burning into me. I looked up from my chair and saw he was still watching me. He sipped from his coffee cup and placed it down gently, smiling as my eyes looked him over. He pulled his dark shades down again and watched me with bright green eyes. I tried to pay attention to my food, but my eyes always looked back up at him. He pulled his shades off and folded them as he tucked them into his pocket. I smiled as I looked back at my food, I had hardly eaten anything when my mom stood up, "I'm going back up to the room and calling your father."
I looked at her plate, it was clean. I smiled up at her, "Okay, I'll come with you..."
"Honey, you've hardly eaten anything", she said as she pointed to my plate, "Why don't you finish up and come join me later?"
I looked past her and then back up at her, "Okay..."
"Seriously honey, you'll be fine", she said as she began to turn. She turned back around and smiled at me, throwing her thumb over her shoulder, "He's pretty cute."
I didn't know how or why, but for some reason moms know everything. She gave me a miscevious smile and turned to walk out. I breathed quickly and focused on my food. Once I finally finished eating I stood up and fixed my sweatshirt, pulling my tank top under. I looked around and made eye contact with the guy with the bright green eyes. I began to walk towards the door, my eyes never leaving him. He smiled from the corner of his mouth, my stomach flopping and my eyes never leaving him. I turned to walk out when suddenly my hip slammed into something hard. I whipped around just in time to grab the railing and flip over it, my feet slamming ontop of another tray and everything crashed to the floor. There was a loud ripping noise and I closed my eyes as I bit my lower, whispering to myself, "Please tell me my pants didn't rip."
"Your pants didn't rip", I heard someone say. I opened my eyes and saw the busboy standing over me, his arms crossed and his face red again. I looked and saw my feet were in a tray of fruit and my sweatshirt was hanging on the corner of the railing, ripped in half. I moaned, "I'm really sorry."
The busboy grunted and quickly picked up his tray. I tried to stand up, but couldn't. I saw a hand reach down to me and I looked up and met a pair of eyes, bright and green, sparkling with laughter.

Chapter 4

My dad and I had rolled our suitcases and everything out tot he tour bus. My band was already sitting in their's watching as we all loaded up. I sat on the couch and placed Ryan's sweatjacket across my lap, the biggest smile on my face. I began to reach in my pocket for my cell phone to call Jordan and tell her about it. Jordan would totally flip...
"My phone", I yelled when I realized it wasn't in my pocket. I dug aruond and even check my ripped sweatshirt, but it wasn't there either. I jumped off the bus and ran inside right before dad check us out. he looked at me as he waited in line, "What's wrong?"
I gasped for breath, "I left my hpone in the room, I think."
My dad shook his head, "I've looked that room over and there was no phone left."
I moaned, "It has ro eb around here somewhere..."
"When did you last have it?"
I tapped my chin and thought through this whole morning, "Well, when I was done getting ready I stuck it in the pocket of my sweatshirt. Mom and I both headed down to breakfast together. I tripped once but I still had my phone and then I bumped into the railing right where the breakfast bar was at and ripped... my sweatshirt. I'll bet it's on the floor or in the lost and found!"
Dad nodded, "Lets go see."
We walked back in the diner and looked everywhere ont he floor, it wasn't there. Dad talked tot he manager if anyone had picked up a cell phone and the manager shook his head. Dad came back to me and wrapped his arm over my shoulders, "It doesn't seem to be here. I'm sorry Tiff. I'll get you a new one..."
"It's not the same", I said as I looked down at my feet.
I heard the elevator door slide open and someone yelled my name, "Tiffany?"
I looked up and saw Ryan, wide smile and flashing green eyes. He had his hat on backwards and a skateboard in his hand when he walked up to me, "You checking out?"
I smiled up at him, "Yeah, me and my family are..."
"I'm Tiffany's father", my dad said, interrupting me. Ryan looked up at my dad and held his hand out, "Please to meet you sire. Ryan Sheckler."
My dad looked at him suspeciously, "I've heard that name before..."
Ryan just smiled at him. He looked back at me and reached in his pocket, "Oh, I almost forgot. I had just gone up to your room and you weren't there and I thought that maybe you had gone tot he beach and I was gonna ride out to see you."
My heart pounded against my chest, he had been looking for me?! I tried to act casual but I think my smile was too big because my dad growled in his throat. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes. Ryan pulled something out of his pocket and smiled, "Gotcha. Your phone."
My mouth dropped and I looked at him, "Where did you find it?"
"Well, after I dropped you off at your room I had come back down here and was gonna do some boarding when I saw your phone on the floor. I went to go back and give it to you, but... like I said you weren't there."
I took my cell phonr from his hand and smiled even wider, "Thank you. I had just come in to look for it too. You have no idea how great timing is."
Ryan shrugged, "Maybe it's fate."
I looked up in his big green eyes and smiled as wide as I could. Ryan looked deep into mine and smiled back, I couldn't put my finger on it but there was something about him. My dad cleared his throat, making Ryan drop his eyes and look at the floor. I looked up at my dad, "I'll be on the bus."
I turned to walk out of the hotel, but not before giving Ryan a big smile. I had just stepped out when I heard rolling wheels right behind me. I stopped whne Ryan rolled past me on his skateboard and stopped right in front of me, "Hey Tiffany?"
"Yeah?" I asked as Ryan kicked his board and caught it with his hand. I giggled, "I don't see how you can do that."
Ryan looked at his board and laughed, "Yeah, it's pretty easy. I've been on a skateboard since I was like four."
I smiled, "That's awesome."
"Yeah", Ryan said as he shifted from one foot to the other, "I was just wondering if I could... maybe call you some time."
I smiled up at him, "I think I'd like that."
Just then my dad walked up behind me and Ryan took a step back. I frowned, "And I think he wouldn't."
Ryan dropped his skateboard and began wheeling off, not before mouthing 'I'll call you later'. I was surprised when he said that, I didn't even give him my number.
As my dad and I walked back tot he bus I looked through my phone, going staright to the Rs. I looked through them all and right at the very bottom I saw it, Ryan's number. He had already put his in mine, which meant he had already stored mine in his. I smiled, he was clever.

The ride to the autitorium wasn't long. I texted Jordan the whole way there telling her about Ryan and everything. She was so excited and then filled me in on everything that was happening back home. Kyle didn't waste any time and already was dating other girls. I rolled my eyes, i couldn't believe I tried to stay with him.
"Tiffany", my mom said as I sat ont he stage. I looked up at her, "Sorry. I'll tell her I goota go."
"Good", my mom said. I smiled at her and then looked back at my phone, Sorry Jordan, gotta get back to rehersals. I'll text you when I'm done.
Okay good, I want to hear more bout this Ryan guy.
Jordan you would love him if you met him. You'll see.
I better. TTYL
I closed my phone up and started singing the songs all over again. Rehersal normally lasted all day. I was tired after doing all of them once and was ready to fall out after doing them all a second time. I sat back on the stage, sipping a water bottle listening to my dad talk to the stage manager. The stage manager was thinking the lights should dim when I make my way over to the piano and my dad was just looking over everything. There was silence for a second when we heard a bunch of yelling and hollaring outside. I looked at the door and walked over there slowly, my dad and everybody else behind me. When the door opened there was a bunch of boys messing arou d on skateboards. One of them had a video camera and a black shirt on that said Plan B. I watched as they would roll up the ramp out in the parking lot, that wasn't there before, and do all these really cool tricks.
Once of them caught my eye. He was wearing a black tank top and his hat was on backwards. He was the really good one and doing the most daring tricks. I looked a little harder as he wheeled closer to us. I smiled and whispered, "Ryan."
He had just gone up the ramp they pulled out int he parking lot and looked my way. While in air I could hear him say, "Tiffany?"
I watched as he lost his balance and rolled won the ramp, my mouth dropped and my heart poiunded faster, what have I done?