A/N: Yeah, you remember me? I'm back… And, as Alice yelled in the middle of the hallway in that one episode of 'The Secret Life of the American Teenager', "WE'RE GONNA TRY IT AGAIN!"

Just a one-shot for now, then maybe we'll see where I can take it if I decide to. And since I have my TSLOTAT story going (my new no. 1 priority) this won't be updated so bam-bam-bam. This is what I will write on when I have block for the other.

Disclaimer: Only own the OC's.

Daylight Sonata

"So…you know, this is my first date." Katrina von Bowen twirled a lock of reddish-brown curls around her finger, nervously eyeing the childishly gorgeous boy next to her. They'd done nothing but fidget through awkward small-talk for the last half-hour of their date in Central Park. And the weird part of it all was that they met in a hospital. Katrina's younger sister Aubrey had broken her arm, and August's mom had just suffered a miscarriage. A miscarriage, to which he seemed perfectly numb of the effecting pain. For the first hour of their date, August told her his roller-coaster ride of a life story. After that, the conversation was plagued with long periods of silence.

"Mine, too. I mean…I grew up surrounded by boys, no mom, obviously, so I have no idea what girls are like." He shrugged a little. But he knew. He knew, somehow, about this girl, how she worked, what would be too much and too little with her, etcetera. But that didn't erase the overall crushing weight of awkwardness that first dates were supposed to be accompanied with, anyway. Katrina continued staring at him, eyes caressing all of his features, and he said quietly, "…The baby would've been a girl."

Katrina didn't know how to respond to that; there was nothing comforting to say. She'd seen movies, read books, and heard stories about how marriages fell apart after losing a child. And she'd have to be the biggest idiot in the world to say that. So, she, hesitantly, reached out and patted his arm once or twice. The touch made him look at her with eyes that suffocated her. Perhaps she'd done the wrong thing…?

But, no, he smiled--he had his mom's smile--and Katrina was surprised to feel his hair tickle her cheek as he laid his head on her shoulder. She breathed in the scent of it; it smelled like apples and…she took in another breath…ah, coconuts. And it was so soft…

Katrina brought her hand up and put her arm around his waist, pinning him to her. They were already touching, why not experiment with what they could do before it became too much?

"Something I want you to know, Katrina." August began, his newly-changed voice vibrating in her ear. "Know and respect that my life's not a happy-peppy Disney movie."

"Duh. I kind of figured that already. Sure you don't wanna sing an HSM tune, though?"

He laughed. "No! But know and respect that it's not right now, and never has been, and never will be. Our life together won't be near to Troy and Gabriella." "Thank God. I don't want our faces on mass-market crap for all eternity." They were know staring each other in the eyes. Katrina was trying to figure out where this speech of his was going. "And…?"

"And I'm thinking I want to get away from it. Run away again for a little while." August was so serious, yet he smirked, like he already had it all planned out and knew exactly what he was going to do about it. Katrina thought that was irrational: he couldn't just go wandering off into street life whenever he wanted now that he'd done it once before! But something held her back from protesting. The idea of a two-time run-away boy somehow was very appealing to her.

"You know that your parents will never let you stay in New York just because of me," he continued. "they'll drag you back to Maryland eventually, and you know it. So, I was thinking: let's break the cycle known as my non-Disney life story, and do what my parents never got to do before they got separated. I say we run away together, so we never get pulled from each other." He stared openly at her, his bright cobalt blue eyes dragging her down into an abyss, an abyss consisting of only one word. Yes. She had to agree. The offer was irresistible.

"Yes." She whispered, helpless. "But, August…how do two sixteen-year-olds go about that?"

"Come on, Katrina, you know! I've done this whole thing once before. It'll be a chunk of rosin! Just follow my lead and it'll be all okay." Katrina liked his musical take on the 'piece of cake' phrase. And he was right; he'd been there, done that. He'd lived on the street for months, at Julliard for even more months, all under one fake name. He'd been August Rush for six whole months, and hadn't gotten caught.

"Okay." she said, and the two shared their first kiss in Central Park, as the breeze blew gently at their hair and clothes. She savored the velvet-y feeling of his lips.

"Hey," August whispered as they pulled apart. A grin pressed dimples into his pale, soft cheeks. "At least we're not making a baby after less than five minutes of knowing each other's first names! It took us two days, one hour, and forty-five minutes to even kiss."

Katrina giggled. "Of course we're not making a baby. It's broad daylight!"

"Sundance!"

"Clouds in your eyes!" Katrina sang.

August smirked again, knowing the clever genius of his next take on the day-to-night comparison between them and his parents. "Daylight Sonata. If I ever get up the nerve to compose another song, it'll be a love theme for us, called Daylight Sonata."

"All right, Rushthoven." They shared another sweet butterfly kiss on the lips.