Taylor lay in bed that night with his mind playing rerun's of the conversation he had with Page. She was obviously interested in him as a person when they talked. The two of them had shared their opinions on almost every subject imaginable. So then why did she tell him off? Even if he was a poser, like she had misconceived, wouldn't she still be interested in him anonymously? Sitting up Taylor reached over and flicked on his dresser light. It was 2:46am and he couldn't seem to fall asleep. "I've got to get my mind off of this." He murmured standing up and walking over to the laptop that was set on his desk. Luckily, the new house his family bought provided each of the Hanson's with their own room. Privacy was one of the biggest things Taylor strived for.

Soon the AOL sign on screen flashed open on his computer. There was Taylor's secret screen name, a name whom no one knew his identity under. A name on which he could be almost anyone he felt like. It was a weird thought. He could say he was Bob from the Bronx, and no one would think twice. He could say he was Ashley from Australia, still no disbelief. He could even claim he was the person behind the Barney costume and still there would be no doubts. Instead, the minute he would tell a Hanson fan who he was, it would be, 'No way, you liar!' In Page's own words, "BULL SHIT!Ew, you're such a poser!" He must have memorized that line. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Taylor impassively clicked the Sign On button. Over and over, his mind was struck with things they talked about. Things that were hardly interesting but seemed to strike up concern on both of their sides. He could only imagine what the subject of dating or the meaning of life would offer.

"You've got mail."The robotic voice spoke as the welcome screen popped up. Taylor pointed the cursor at the little mailbox and watched as two e-mail subjects popped up. One reading 'I caught you, poser!' The other reading 'My friend said you think you're Taylor Hanson...' "Ugh." Taylor groaned deleting both of them.

"What should I do?" He thought aimlessly clicking his mouse button. Of course then it hit him. "Page." He muttered quickly typing in the address to her web page. As soon as the page appeared, Taylor's eyes lit up. He never really had the time to sit and admire the wonderful colors she chose. Reading the text, Taylor noticed a few sentences that caught his eye under the word Updates.

"So, I talked to this Taylor poser online today. Sometimes I really wonder if all people take me for a fool. There's so much more to me then being a Hanson fan and I had thought this guy had realized. . .Until, of course, he claimed he was Taylor Hanson.'"

Taylor felt his eyes tear up. Page had felt the same desire just as much as he did. She had felt the same wanting, pure concern in everything one another said. So then what did he do wrong? He thought she knew him well enough, and he told her the truth. Why did she have to be so questionable? Why did she doubt him so much that she wouldn't even give him a chance to prove himself? 'Just forget about her.' Taylor told himself signing off and shutting down the laptop. He had to get his mind off of her. They had only talked for a few hours. He couldn't possibly be falling for someone over such a short amount of time. Even more so, he couldn't be implicated in being with someone whom he had just spoken to over the Internet. After all, she could be as ugly as a dog . . . She could have terrible manners. . . She could even have awful hygiene. . . She could be absolutely the most disgusting creature alive. Then again, she could end up being his everything. . .

I'd like to say that I thought twice about that little incident with "Taylor" or "Matt", but I didn't. I just thought it was another lame poser trying to make me get my hopes up and then let them crash down. With each poser, you have a little hope that it's the real thing. It's so confusing.

Anyway, I had more important things to worry about. I had to decide what I was going to do about Alan. Our prom was so important to me. It was in almost two months, but I had to start then. His parents were really strict and they would never let him go, since the prom was synonymous with sex and beer. Both of which, in my opinion is really stupid. Well, maybe not sex. . .I wouldn't know. I was a virgin! So, he really fucked up everything when he went and got drunk that night. His parents were really pissed. So, Sunday morning, I sat by the phone waiting for him to call me. When he didn't call by noon, I called him to discuss our plan.

"Alan, about prom. . ." I began.

"Page, I can't. I'm sorry. "

"Alaaan. . ." I whined. Knowing what kind of effect I had on him.

"Paaaage. . ."He imitated me.

"Shut up! I want you to go to prom. I don't want to go stag."

"It doesn't matter, okay? It's just prom. We can have our own prom."

"Our own prom? How sweet!" I squealed.

"Yeah. It'll be so much better than our fake ass one at school. It will be more one on one, if you know what I'm saying!"

"I know what you're saying and I don't think I'm going to give it up so easily."

"It's been two years! What are you waiting for?" He said annoyed. God, not this discussion again. I thought he'd understand now. I wasn't ready. It wasn't like he was pressuring me. It wasn't like that was what he was after. It was like all of his friends were doing it and he wanted to experience it. I wasn't going to open up for him, yet. Making love is something special and I want to save it for the exact perfect moment. Cheesy? Yeah, I know. Don't think I'm prude or anything. I'm just not ready to go all the way. We've done stuff, though. Almost everything but actually "do it".

"You know what I'm waiting for." I said looking in the mirror. I was getting a zit and I kept picking at it.

"Baby, I have to go. I'll call you later. I love you." Alan said in his deep, sexy voice.

"You too! Bye!" I said happily. I really loved him.

I decided to go online. I hoped that Matt kid wasn't online. Just my luck, he sent me an e-mail me. I checked it. Why? Who knows? Here's what is said :

Dear Page,

Look, I'm so sorry about what happened. I know you don't think I'm Taylor Hanson and that's cool. I just need you to know that I am not a poser! I am not a sick 60 year old man trying to lure young teenage girls into posing naked or anything on porn sites.

This boy was graphic.

What I'm trying to say is that I am a normal guy who wants to know you better. I can't explain it, but I think we're soul mates. You're amazing. . .I think you are so sweet and intelligent. You're someone I could take home to my Mom and Dad and not worry about you flaking up. I mean, you're not a prostitute, right?

Okay, so he had a good sense of humor. Big deal. . .

Please, don't give up on me. This is my friends screen name, and I'd be happy to give you mine. It's HiImTay. E-mail me sometime so we can talk or I'll IM you. Don't reply to this e-mail because I don't want Matt to give me shit. Later!

I read the e-mail four times before I closed it. Okay, for starters, "HiImTay"? How could you be more obvious? This guy is clearly not the best poser. I was bored, so I decided to play along. I mean, what's the worse that could happen?

*-*Chapter 04*-*
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