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Chapter 2:

It had been three days since the kissing booth and I had decided that I officially needed to check into a mental institution.

I couldn't seem to get him off of my mind.

Paul.

All the time. Every minute of every day, he would just pop up and not go away. I was officially going insane.

And it was all Ana's fault. Her and that stupid kissing booth idea. Of course she was oblivious because all she seemed to be doing is walking around rubbing her face and telling everybody within ear shot about how Paul "from New Moon" kissed her.

It's not like I could tell her anyways, even if she was paying enough attention to see that I was moodier than normal. What would I say? Oh by the way I've become hopeless because I keep having dreams about the guy you kissed and I'm so envious of the fact that he kissed you that I want to pull my hair out? Yah, that sounded like it would work out.

She'd probably tell me the same thing I've been telling myself: I'm officially losing it.

My phone started vibrating in my pocket, I thanked God for the distraction.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me, Kim." She sounded kind of unsure, maybe she thought I'd forgotten about her.

"Oh hey, are you okay?" I asked, a little worried. "Did your friend ever find his girlfriend?"

"Um, it's complicated."

What's that supposed to mean?

"Anyways, how about last minute dinner tonight?" she asked a little to fast, almost as if she wanted to get off of the subject about her friend. I don't blame her, other people's love lives can be sticky situations. As for me, I had my hands full of my own demented illusions of a certain someone.

"Yah, sure. Do you have any specific place in mind?"

"Nope, I was kind of hoping since your Aunt lives around here you could tell us. Do you mind if I bring a friend?"

"No," the more the merrier was usually my motto. "My Aunt won't be home until late tonight, maybe we should just meet at the restaurant on the corner of 3rd and 8th ?"

"Okay, see you there at around…let's say eightish?"

After agreeing, I hung up the phone and called Ana to tell her. She came over an hour later and we started getting ready. We arrived ten minutes early and Kim was already there.

After introductions, I learned that her friend's name was Claire and they both were from Washington.

"So, what's it like there?" Ana asked, "I heard it's always really rainy?"

They both smiled, "oh yah, the rain never ends," droned Claire.

"My hair would frizz like none other," I stated.

"Yah, we've grown used to always looking bad," laughed Claire. "Good thing our guys won't ever leave us."

I just smiled, "I should hope not if you've already married them."

Kim laughed a little nervously, before the conversation went any farther Ana asked "So Claire, were you the friend that Kim had to go with to go kiss Paul?"

Claire coughed on her water.

I laughed, "I guess that's a no?"

Claire's eyes got really big, "um, yes. I mean, yes as in No, I did not go to kiss Paul."

"To bad," Ana sighed, "I could really have fun talking to somebody about it."

I played with my napkin.

When I looked up I noticed Kim looking oddly at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said.

Hmmm.

"Did you kiss Paul, Talli?" chirped Claire.

It was my turn to cough on the water I was drinking. "Haha, yah right," shouted Ana, "I had to practically beg her just to stand next to me in line."

"Oh, to bad." Sighed Claire, "Paul's pretty good looking, but you can never tell my husband I said that."

We all laughed at that.

"I highly doubt your husband would be jealous of someone you'll never be in the same room with again for the rest of your life, Claire," I said.

Kim laughed at that, "I'd still love to see Quil's reaction Claire." Claire just glared at Kim, which sent her into another fit of laughter.

"Yah well, I don't think anyone will be kissing him anytime soon, I guess he went berserk after we left." said Ana.

Before I could stop myself, I asked: "What?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "Yah, 'the official report'" she said with quoting air fingers, "is that he had an allergic reaction to someone's lipstick, but I sooo know it's because once he kissed me, there was no way he could move on."

I laughed a little nervously, not wanting anyone to catch on to my worry. "I hope he's okay." I heard myself say.

"He is," said Claire, then after a pause, "uh, I read it in some magazine."

"Oh," I let out a secret sigh of relief. I am so hopeless, worrying about someone who doesn't even know about my existence.

Somehow the topic changed and the rest of the night was just as full of laughter and giggling as the start had been. I really had a great time, so by the time it was time to go, I could feel myself wanting to resist leaving the table. Everyone else seemed to feel the same way because we all kept talking about leaving but none of us actually got up to go.

When we really couldn't talk anymore, mainly because the restaurant was closing, we gave hugs and promised to keep in touch. It was very sad, I almost felt like I was in the wrong place, I felt like going with Claire and Kim. Which was weird because never before had I ever put other friends over Ana, but it just didn't seem right.

For the rest of the week I couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't where I was supposed to be. I felt like something was missing, but I didn't know what. It didn't help that I kept having dreams about Paul. I'd wake up aching to be in his arms, and then I'd start crying because I shouldn't feel this way about a man I didn't even know.

Now that the newness of Paul kissing her had worn off, Ana had started to notice my odd behavior. She'd make comments that I looked terrible or needed to eat more. It got so bad by the third week, she actually threatened to call my mother. I just shrugged.

It wasn't until Ana came running through my door screaming and hollering that I began to take her worry seriously. I was about to apologize when I realized that it wasn't even me that she was freaking out about.

"Can you even believe my luck? I mean REALLY? Can you get over it?"

"What?" I asked, "What can't I get over?"

"I just received a call from none other than the MANAGER of New Moon, saying I won some contest and I get to go meet the band in their home town!!!!!!"

My heart did a little patter, because of course I started to think of Paul. Then it fell into an abyss as I realized that it was Ana who was going to get to meet them.

"I'm so happy for you," I said plastering a stupid, fake, but realistic smile on my face.

"I KNOW RIGHT!" She hollered, jumping up and down like a teenager instead of the twenty-three year old that she was.

"Plus, you haven't even gotten to hear the best part! I get to bring someone with me!!!!"

At this point I sat down, "no way?"

"You are so coming, I know you're not into the whole 'meeting famous people' thing, but you don't have to." She said before I could add a word in edge wise.

"Look at it this way, you can visit with Kim and Claire, they live in Washington and I guess that's where the band lives to! Isn't this just beyond your wildest dreams?"

She prattled on, while my heart went wild in my chest. Would I actually get to meet him? Would I get to shake his hand and hear him talk…to me?

No!

I would go and visit Kim and Claire, but I'm not about to feed my freaky new fan obsessed tendencies, I have a little respect. The last thing I needed was somebody to put a restraining order on me. I would just go and visit friends while Ana visited with the band. Yes, that's exactly what I'd do.

So then why do I feel like I'm making a big mistake?