In the middle of Taylor and I's VERY first make-out session, Jessica, his kid sister, burst through the door. Niether of us noticed, well, I mean, at that point, who would. "Oh My God." She said, standing above us. Taylor squirmed away, and I turned myself to look at her. "Hey Girly, don't be so possessive. He's MY God too." Taylor chuckled. She gave me a strange look. "I'm Catrina." I said, outstretching my hand. "I'm uh-yeah-us-Jessica." She stuttered. I waited. "Are you going toshake my hand or not?" I asked. "I-I- I'm such a HUGE fan of you guys- I'm just so NERVOUS!" "Don't worry about it! Fans usually don't creep me out." I said, and leaned in secretivly, "Don't worry." "So- Can-I-I-uh- Get you to sign a Cd later?" She smiled half heartedly, and nervously. "Sure." I said, "Whenever." And with that, she smiled and left. "She's a HUGE fan." Taylor said. "Somehow, I could just-tell." I gave him a playful shove. "Haha. Real Funny. Now we'll see who's funny." As he bound on top of me, tackling me in a frenzy. By the end of our little wrestling match, we were both tired out and short of breath. He kissed my lips softly, "So, do you wanna go out tonite?" He asked, softly. "Are you asking me on a date, taylor Hanson?" I chuckled. His face turned nervous, "Why? Was that the wrong thing to do?" HE asked. "No! I'd Love to go out wiht you. Show the world that you're mine. and then come back here and-be-ALONE." I touched his lips with my finger. "Ok." He said. "Just let me change my clothes first, ok?" I asked, before getting up. 'Jet Lag, traveller. I know." He smiled. "Good. Memory." I smiled at him and rose to my feet, "Be right Back."
