The noise from the speakers and the sound of the pounding of the drums made it difficult to hear anyone. Deciding to find someone to dance with, he went out into the dance floor. Dancing alone was a cute girl. She was short, blonde hair to the middle of her back, flowing free. He could not see her eyes for they were closed as she timed the rhythm of the music down with her steps. Her arms were raised high swinging around wildly as her head moved from side to side. He crept up beside her and began dancing.

“Hey,” he said.
The girl opened her eyes and blinked. “Hi,” she said.
“Wanna dance?”
She moved in closer. “What?” she almost yelled in his ear.
“Wanna dance?” he said a little louder in her ear.
She smiled. “Sure.”

He smiled and they started moving to the music. When the song ended, another song fired up and the place was jumping again. By the forth song, he was behind her, grinding her body to his. It was enough to make his heart race as he felt her to him. She on the other hand, didn’t seem phased by anything.

“Would you like to go take a walk? My feet are starting to hurt,” he said close to her ear.
“Yeah, okay,” she said as she followed him to the exit.

They reached the outside area. He took a long, deep breath. Finally he didn’t feel so cramped and stuffed up. The wind was blowing this particular night and he watched as it blew her hair gently. A warm feeling invaded his body.

“Would you care to accompany me to my place tonight?” he asked politely.
“I normally don’t go over guys houses that I meet at clubs,” she confessed.
“Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” he assured her. He gave her a puppy dogface.
She softened. “Oh okay,” she said.

The two of them made it to his car. He held the door open for her and she climbed in. Shutting it, he walked around to his door and got in. Silence invaded the car all the way to his house. When they reached his house, he unlocked the door and they entered the tiny apartment. At that, they began kissing.

He picked her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her out on the bed and began undressing her clothing layer by layer. She had taken his clothes off for him as well and within no time, he was on top of her, pushing himself inside her body.

When it was over, both of them laid on the bed sweat dripping from all over their bodies. He had rolled off her and held her in his arms while she stared at the ceiling. She then rolled him over so that he was lying on his back so she could lay out on his chest. She laid there, running her fingers up and down his stomach.

“What’s your name again?” she asked.
“Taylor,” he said.
“Nice to meet you Taylor. I’m Cassandra,” she said as she got up.

She went to her purse and pulled out a package of some sort. Sticking something in her mouth, she placed her hand in front of her and Taylor could hear a sparking noise. Soon, thick smoke filled the room. It felt as if he was back at the club. He hated smoke.

“Oh I’m sorry. I’m so rude. Would you like a hit?” Cassandra asked bringing the cigarette to him.
Taylor looked at her with disgust. “No thanks. I hate smoking. Its bad for your health,” he said watching her suck a drag.

Later that year, Taylor was listening to the news. What he heard shocked him and made him jump out of his skin. He turned the volume louder.

“In local news, a young seventeen year old female died earlier today. It was reported that she had been smoking since the age of eight years of age and she had died due to a fire in her room. The girl, Cassandra Heart, was found dead in between her dresser and closet. When the fire had started, Cassandra got wedged between the two and suffocated from the smoke. The cause of the fire was due to a cigarette that had carelessly been thrown on the floor. Police say this was suicide,” a picture then flashed on the screen. The reported then continued. “Cassandra was found with a note that read ‘to my parents, I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused, I love you always. And to Taylor, that night I met you I fell in love. I never stopped thinking of you and I want you to know I love you.’ Funeral arrangements are in the works. This is Melissa Cunning for nightly news.”

Taylor sat on his couch in shock. Out of nowhere, Taylor could smell the scent of cigarettes. He could then see the smoke fill the air and shift its way to his nostrils. Taylor smiled to himself.

“I love you too,” he said aloud to the air.