OK, I was new in town. I was walking down the busy streets of New York City, trying to find a drug store. My mom needed some advil for her headache. Well, I found the drugstore alright, but was pretty lost. And every street looked alike. Well, I was freaked, looking at all the bums and smoking druggys staring at me. Then I started to run, but fell right into a tall guy with long blond hair. I said I was really sorry and started to cry. He stopped me as I tried to run away. "Are you OK? I didn't mean to hit you! Here," he handed me a tissue, "are you lost?" "Yeah," I sniffled, "I'm new here and I was looking for a drug store. I found one, but I have no clue where I am!" "Well, where do you live?" he sounded concerned. "Ummmm, on Wherder Street," I dried my eyes "Really? I live there. At 1156." "I live at 1154. Probably across the street from you." "I'll take you there." "Well, that would be great, unless there's a problem." "No, not at all. So what's your name?" he said taking my arm and guiding me down the street. "Amanda." "Well, Amanda. I'm Jordan Hanson. But my family and friends call me Taylor," they turned and stoppedin front of a new red corvette. "This is yours?" I pointed as he opened up the door. "Yep! I bought it with the money from our albums," I hopped in as he shut the door and got in on the other side. "You used to have that number one hit, ummmmm MMMBOP!" "Yeah! But now we're coming out with a new album, caled "Falling Down," it's supposed to make a killing." Just then, they reached Wharder Street. "So, what number again?" "Uh, 1154." "Well, gimme a call sometime." Tay handed me a number. "Cool! Thanks a lot," I ran up to the stairs. ************************************** A month later, Amanda and Taylor went to the movies for the 15th time. "Boy! That was really scary when the killer jumped off the second floor with that knife and landed on the lady!" I huddled closer to Taylor as we walked outside into the icy wind. "Yeah," he said laughing, "but warn me the next time you're gonna get scared. I'm soaking wet from you!" Taylor played with my hair. "Number one, the whole point of scary movies , is to get freaked, number two, you were the one who poured your soda all over you and number three, you're messing up my hair! Stop!," I yelled as I playfully pushed him and then went running off. He chased me into an alley, and cornered me. "Do you know what the punishment is for running off from Taylor Hanson?" "No, what?" "Ummmmmm, I don't know, lemme think." "Oh gosh, Tay! You could never be a killer. You wouldn't have the guts." I slipped around Tay and grabbed his hand as I walked out of the alley. "But you could," Tay said, joking. "Uhhh! Taylor Hanson!" I yelled as I punched him in the arm and ran off. "Amanda, I was kidding!" Taylor grabbed my arm and spun me around. "I was too," I leaned up to him and we kissed briefly. Then I dragged him into the car and I drove HIM home, in HIS car! ********************************Next week, we went out to dinner at this nice restaraunt. Tay looked sooooooooo fine in his black dress pants, and blue dress shirt with a suit-like jacket. "So, how dumb do I look?" Tay asked, staring at me. "You look so dumb, that maybe my eyes have turned you into a fine guy just wanting compliments!" I laughed as I stared back. "I'll take that as a compliment, I think," he paused, "I'll be right back!" Taylor got up and as he was walking towards the mens room, bumped into a large, heavy-set man. "Excuse me. I didn't mean to bump into you," Taylor said, trying to go around the man. Then, the man pushed him into the wall. Taylor turned around. "Hey, I said I was sorry. No need to push me." "Really," the heavy-set man turned around and punched Taylor in the face. He went sliding onto the tile as I stood up and ran over to Tay. I kneeled down at Taylor's head. "Are you OK?" Taylor opened his eyes and yelled, "Watch out!" I rolled over, stood up and kicked the guy in the shin, just as he was going to hit Taylor. He then went after me. He picked me up by my sholders and started to laugh. I bit his hand. He dropped me, as I fell back, leaning against the tile floor. The manager had the man escorted outside. I got up slowly, helped Tay up, grabbed my sweater and purse and walked out the door.
