After Michael finally got off of me, it was starting to get dark.

'We should probablly head back, before your parents think I killed you and buried you in my backyard.'

Michael had his arm around me and started to guide me out of the the cornfield.

'Haha, true. Well, maybe you can come over tomorrow morning, my parents are going away for the weekend.'

He gave me curious eyes.

'Oooh really. Ok..then it's a date.'

The way he said "date" made my heart skip another beat.

'Yes, it is. Come over around...hmm...let's say...10.'

'Sure.'

'Ok.'

We got in front of my house, and he kissed me on the forehead. God, when will he ever, really kiss me? He laughed.

'Time will tell.'

How does he do that?

'How do you do that?'

He smiled.

'Now that, Ami, I can't tell you. But, I will see you in the morning.'

'Haha..ok..goodbye, Michael.'

'Bye,Amarillo.'

When I got inside everything went downhill.

'Amarillo Maria Maxwell, where the hell were you? Do you know what time it is? It's 10 oclock.'

Jesus Christ, I didn't know it was that late.

'Nowhere. I'm sorry mom.'

'Sorry's not good enough. Were you with that boy?'

I didn't answer her...I didn't know what to say.

'Answer me!'

'Yes, and his name is Michael. He's a nice..'

'I don't want you seeing him. I don't like him.'

'WHAT? Why not?'

'Because I said so. Now go upstairs, and get to bed.'

I went upstairs, no questions asked. Why was she doing this? Why can't I see him? God! Where was my dad? He must be filling up the gas tank for their trip tomorrow.

When I got washed up and dressed for bed, I burst out crying. Why would she do this? She doesn't even know him that well. If she only felt the way I felt. She's insane if she thinks I'm going to listen to her. I cried myself to sleep that night, but that night I also dreamed of him.

I was walking through the cornfield, but I seemed to be walking forever, when I saw Michael. Oh boy, did he make me weak. He stood there looking at me, beckoning for me to come to him, it was beautiful. He held me, and we danced, spinning through the stalks of corn, when something happened. I saw my mom and dad, they were angry with me. Then suddenly, Michael and I were drifting apart.

'Noo...Michael come back...I loove...'

I woke up, sweating terribly. It was 8 in the morning, and my parents were leaving.

'Bye, honey,'my mom said.

'Have a good weekend. We'll see you Tuesday. We love you,' my dad said as they were edging their way out the door.

Their car door slammed and they were out of the driveway, in the matter of 3 seconds.

What the hell was that dream about? Could that actually happen? I looked down at my watch and noticed it was 9 oclock.

'Shit. He's coming at 10, and I'm not even ready.'

I went upstairs, and hopped into the shower. I stood there, letting the luke warm water pour down on me when I started crying.

I cried the whole time getting dressed. I didn't even realize what I was putting on until I had looked in the mirror. I had put on my black halter top and my red plaid mini skirt. I looked in the mirror the last time and noticed Michael was leaning up against my door frame.

'Well don't you look hott.'

I jumped. I hadn't realized he was there.

'Oh, you scared me, Michael,' I said while wiping my eyes.

He then looked at me concerned, and rushed over to me.

'What's wrong, Ami? Why are you crying?'

I couldn't help but cry. I needed to vent, so I told him everything.

'Sit down with me, Michael.'

We sat down on my bed, and I turned to face him.

'So..what's wrong, Ami?'

'Ok...here it goes...When I got home last night, I got in trouble for coming home late.'

He looked at me and laughed.
'Ook...that's typical.What else did she do?Ground you?'

'My mom...she told me I can't hang out with you anymore.'

His smile wiped clear off of his face, and he wrapped his arms around me. I hadn't realized I was crying again.

'Oh, Michael. I don't want to lose you. I love..'

'Hush now, Ami. It's ok. I love you too. I always have, and always will. Now it's not as though you're going to listen to her, are you?'

I smiled at him and laughed a little.

'No... I love you too much to listen to her.'

'Good, because I got a plan for us right now.'

I smiled.

'And what would that plan be, Michael?'

He laid me down and got on top of me. I thought I knew where this was going, but it wasn't what I thought.

'You up for a massage?'

'Ok.'

He then rolled me onto my stomach, and started massageing my shoulders and working his way down to the middle of my back.

'Oooh that feels amazing!'

He smiled and laughed.

'I knew it would. You starting to feel better now?

I rolled onto my back.

'Definately!Thanks...My mom is insane...I don't know why she doesn't like you.'

'Haha..Now you have something to always think of me by, when you're not with me.'

'Yes I do. Soo..''

He looked at me and raised his eyebrow.
'What,Ami?What do YOU have planned?'

'Hahaa...Well...do you want to dance?'

He smiled.
'Here.I'm not really good.'

I laughed.
'I doubt that.'

I walked over to my CD player and put on "I'll Be," by Edwin Mccain.

The music started playing and we started to move.

"The strands in your eyes

that color them wonderful

Stop me and steal my breath

and emeralds from mountains

thrust toward the sky

Never revealing their depth

Tell me we belong together

Dress it up with the trappings of love

I'll be captivated

I'll hang from your lips

Instead of the gallows

of heartache that hangs from above."

'Lovely song. Is it about us?'

I smiled at him.
'It is a good song, and would you like it to be about us?'

He smiled.
'Sure.This will be our song.'

'Haha.Ok.'

We were still dancing, he was rubbing his hands against my back, and then he wrapped them around my waist.

'I like this Ami.'

'Like what?Us dancing?'

He laughed.
'No...Us here together.'

'Haha.Me too.'

Just then he got serious.
'Ami?'

'Yes.'

'Will you be my girlfriend?'

'Haha.Michael,I thought I was already.'

'I know.I just wanted to do it properly.'

We giggled and fell onto the bed.

'Yes,Michael.I will be your girlfriend.'

He smiled and laughed.
'Good.'

He kissed me...On the lips! Yay me!! Finally, I've been waiting so long.

We laid there making out. I was his and he was mine...forever. It was beautiful.