It all started when I received this very weird e-mail from a guy named Matt. It asked me where did I live and did I like Hanson. Followed by "I do not know Taylor and I am just a guy online."
I replied: Hey! I'm guessing your name is Matt by the s/n. Um, I am from New York. I like Hanson. It's very good that you don't know Taylor and that you are a guy online. Later.
I have to admit that it was pretty funny. Some random guy e-mailing you is always kind of funny, but asking you a stupid question is even funnier. I signed off-line and started listening to my "This Time Around" single.
Yes, I am a really big fan of Hanson's. I have a website dedicated to each member of Hanson. I'm not a teenybopper and I don't write gay Hanson fan fiction. Only losers would do that! I just love the music. I think Taylor is really hot. His baby blue eyes, that gorgeous smile, that beautiful hair and that really nice ass. I can't forget those eyebrows! I bet he's never seen a pair of tweezers in his life.
I began getting ready for my date with my boyfriend of two years. His name is Alan and he doesn't know I like Hanson. Well, he knows I "kinda" like them, but not to the extent that I do. He's really sweet and I love him more and more every day. He's about 5'11 and he has brown hair. He has the sweetest hazel eyes I've ever seen. He's muscular, but not disgustingly muscular. He's a kick ass basketball player. He plays on our school team a lot of girls like him, but he's mine.
"Page, Alan is here," my mom yelled up the stairs.
"Tell him to come up," I said as I put a finishing touch on my make-up. I added some glitter to my eyes.
"Hey," he smiled as he entered my bedroom. He walked over and kissed me.
"Hi! I'm about ready."
"Cool. Listen, my car needs new brakes, so can we drive yours?" he asked nervously.
"How did you get over here?"
"I got Mike to drop me off."
"Fine. Where were you last night?"
"I was working."
"Really? I went by the mall and I didn't see you," I said knowing that something was wrong.
"Well, sorry, I wasn't working. Honestly, last night I went out with some friends and I got drunk. We got pulled over by the cops and I got in trouble for drinking and driving. My parents took my car away and I'm getting my license revoked." He paused. "Don't be mad, Page," he said softly.
"Alan, you know I hate when you drink. I can't believe this! What are we going to do about prom? What about us going down to the city next weekend?" I was really disappointed with him. I was looking forward to all the things that spring and summer had to offer. Instead, because of his stupid, reckless behavior, everything was ruined.
"I'm really sorry. I know how much everything meant to you. I am going to be kicked off the team also." He started to softly cry.
"Don't cry, Alan. It's okay. You've gotta learn from your mistakes," I said, hugging him.
"My parents gave me a 10:00 curfew. We'd better go out right now," he said, wiping his tears.
"10:00? Are we in junior high again?" I joked.
"Feels like it, right?" he laughed.
We left in my 1988 Blue Honda Accord and decided on seeing a movie and then going out to dinner.
"Page, guess what?" Alan asked me as I ate my salad. I stopped and looked at him. He had a serious expression across his face.
"What?" I asked thinking he was going to say something really tragic.
He pulled out two tickets out of his pocket.
"You and me are going to see Hanson!" he said happily.
"Um, what?" I said, thinking I misheard him.
"We are going to see Hanson! Don't you like them?" he asked, confused.
"Oh, yeah! Of course! But, wait, do you like them?"
"Not really. I felt really bad about last night so this morning I called my brother, you know he works for Z100, and asked him if there were any tickets left for the Hanson concert for you and he said he'd pull a few strings. Well, he did and we're sitting 2nd row and we get to go backstage!" he said excitedly.
"Backstage? Oh, my God! Alan, I love you!" I cried. This made up for everything. I was going to get to meet Hanson. . .
Taylor, Matt and a few of his friends were hanging over Matt's house on Saturday night and were absolutely bored.
"I'm going to go online to check my mail," Matt announced.
"I'll go with you!" Taylor said, jumping up.
"Why do you have to go with him?" Taylor's friend Jake asked.
"Because I do," Taylor said defensively.
"Wanna know the real reason? He's trying to hook up with one of his fans online!" Matt cracked. Everyone started laughing.
"Shut the fuck up! I am not!" Taylor said, blushing.
"Whatever! It doesn't matter. Some of your fans do look hot, man. And you know they'd give it up," Jake said obnoxiously.
"It's not like that," Taylor said, annoyed. His friends could be real big assholes sometimes.
"What? Are you gay? Man, if I had all those chicks all over me, I'd totally be like, 'I'll take you two tonight and you two in the morning'," Jake said pretending to point to girls all around him.
"Maybe I don't want them. And I'm not gay! Besides, you couldn't get the girls that I get!" Taylor boasted.
"Oh, really?" Jake asked.
"Yeah. They'd be turned off by your fucking cocky attitude," Taylor said, rolling his eyes.
"Guys, stop fighting!" Lisa said, trying to end the fight. "Jake, you were being way out of line."
"Me? Take Taylor's side. You're supposed to be my girlfriend. I'm out of here."
"Jake, wait!" Taylor said feeling bad.
"No, man. It's always about you. I'm sick of it."
"No, it isn't," Matt said, defending Taylor, his best friend since they were just little kids.
"Lisa, are you coming?" Jake asked his girlfriend.
"Yeah. Bye Matt," Lisa said, embarrassed by her boyfriend. "Bye Taylor."
"See ya around, Lisa," he said. Jake was his close friend and they always fought, but never to the point where Jake wanted to leave. Jake was insecure and he always thought Taylor got all the attention. He always thought his girlfriend, Lisa, wanted Taylor. He had a good reason to believe that. She had pictures of him all over her wall and was an avid Hanson fan.
"Sorry, Taylor. You know how Jake gets sometime," Matt reminded him.
"He's such an ass," Taylor replied as they walked into Matt's room.
"We all know that. I'm signing on right now."
"Cool. I wonder if she wrote you back."
"Probably. I wrote her last night. Why do you care so much?"
"She just seems really cool." Taylor sighed.
"I know that sigh. Have you met her before?"
"Um. . . Well not exactly. I feel like I have."
"Have you talked to her?"
"No," Taylor admitted.
Matt chuckled and clicked on the mail icon.
"You've got mail," he said to Taylor. Taylor got up and walked over to see her reply and laughed out loud.
"She's funny," he laughed. "See if she's online right now."
Matt put her on his buddy list and then saw her screen name appear in the "Buddies Online" group.
"She's online," he said.
"Oh, my God! IM her," Taylor said loudly.
"Whoa there, buddy. You're a little too excited," Matt laughed. Taylor got excited over girls, but not this bad.
Mattsdabomb: Hey
Borderchick2000: Hey! LoL what's up?
Mattsdabomb: nothing much. How are you?
Borderchick2000: good
"Taylor, do you want to talk to her?" Matt asked him.
"Yeah. Thanks," Taylor said. His palms were getting sweaty and he had butterflies in his stomach. "I'm going to pretend that I'm you, all right?"
"Sure," Matt said.
Mattsdabomb: So, you live in NY? Where at?
Borderchick2000: I live upstate. It's about 45 minutes away from NYC. . .where are you from?
Mattsdabomb: A little town in OK
Borderchick2000: Hey, did you know Hanson was from OK? Hahaha
Mattsdabomb: of course. . .who doesn't?
Borderchick2000: lol
Mattsdabomb: lol
The conversation was going really good. They ended up talking about everything. About an hour later, the subject of Hanson came back up.
Mattsdabomb: So, you really like Hanson, don't you?
Borderchick2000: well you could say that. . .i'm going to see them in concert next month!
Mattsdabomb: for real?!?!?! That rocks so fucking much
Borderchick2000: are u being sarcastic?
Mattsdabomb: no seriously. I'm happy for you
Borderchick2000: my sweeeet boyfriend got me backstage passes AND 2nd row seats!!!!!
Taylor felt like he had just been stabbed in the heart. He tried to remind himself that she didn't know him and that she has her own life. In his mind he thought he should have known a special girl like her would have a boyfriend.
Mattsdabomb: wow cool
Borderchick2000: definitely! You don't sound that happy for me :o(
Mattsdabomb: no, really I am. How'd he get the tickets?
Borderchick2000: his brother. He got it for me to make up for last night. . .i'd rather not talk about it. But isn't that great?
Mattsdabomb: yup. So is he going w/ you?
Borderchick2000: to the concert? Yes why? R u going?
Mattsdabomb: I wish I could. ;-)
Borderchick2000: hehe!
Mattsdabomb: who's your fave Hanson?
Borderchick2000: no comment. I plead the 5th
Mattsdabomb: hahahahaha! I bet it's Isaac?
Borderchick2000: you know the names? I'm impressed. He's really cool, but no it's not him. It's Taylor.
Mattsdabomb: Taylor? Isn't he the one that looks like a girl? Hahaha
Borderchick2000: I will pretend I did not hear that.
Mattsdabomb: why?
Borderchick2000: because he is really cool and I like him as a person. He's my fave.
Mattsdabomb: aw how sweet. so, why do you like him? Aside from his girlish good looks and stuff?
Borderchick2000: i'll pretend u didn't say the girlish part---i don't know. He's really cool. He seems so musically oriented and dedicated. It's so incredible. I am really into music myself and i've never seen a guy with such loyalty and. . . I don't know. He's an amazing musician and a respectable person as well. He's really wise. . .he cherishes life. It takes some people their whole lifes to get where he is and he's already there and he's only 17. I could do on for days about him.
Taylor smiled. That really touched him. She seemed more and more perfect with each word she typed.
Borderchick2000: oh god, now I sound like I'm obsessed. Taylor would probably think I was. . .
Mattsdabomb: no i don't! i don't think you're obsessed. Only scary stalker guys get obsessed.You're anything but. . .i really admire you. You're not like any other fan or person i've talked to
Borderchick2000: umm
Mattsdabomb: I really like you. This may sound creepy, but I think you're awesome.
Borderchick2000: I? As in you're Taylor Hanson?
Mattsdabomb: what? Umm. . .yeah I am.
Borderchick2000: BULL SHIT! Ew, you're such a poser! Ugh I actually started to like you
Mattsdabomb: what?!?!!??!?! You don't believe me?
Borderchick2000: babye loser
Taylor cursed himself for messing up. The conversation was going beautifully until he screwed it up. He had to talk to her again. Even if she did think he was a loser, he still liked her a lot.
"She just doesn't know who I am, yet. Then, she'll change her mind." He thought silently.
He needed her. . .even if she didn't need him.
