Hello everyone! I'm so happy that you all loved my update of Chaylor Romance Challenge. The reviews almost brought tears to my eyes. It's been so long since I've received reviews for the new chapters I put out. This shows me that I can't leave FF for too long a time. LOL.

So anyways, hope you like this brand new chapter on my Thanksgiving Week of Updates. Enjoy!

101 Kisses Chapter 20

Street Scene

"OMG, there he is, girls. Right at our 2 o' clock," a girl stated.

The group of girls looked at their 2 o' clock and almost grew weak in the knees. It was always like this when they were walking down 7th Avenue towards Madison. Whenever they were walking to school, or the mall, or wherever the hell they went that had them taking 7th Avenue, he was there.

They called him the Lucky 7, since he was the seventh guy they usually saw on the avenue that they thought was fine.

The girls, all huddled up in the Baby Phat or Southpole jackets and hoodies, snuck a sly smile on their faces as they passed by Mr. Lucky 7. Whenever that happened, he usually did one of the three things: wave, smile, or even utter the word 'Hi'. He tried to avoid using his voice, cause whenever he say something, a girl may just faint.

He couldn't help it. It was his natural sexiness that drew girls in to him. His light brown eyes, his brown curly afro hair, his smooth caramel skin that would make any girl lick it like it's the ingredient itself. Plus he always dressed in the flyest of clothes, wearing the RocaWear and Sean John, plus a little Phat Farm.

Basically, he was every girl's fantasy for every girl that walked right outside his apartment building on 7th Avenue in Manhattan. Sometimes, he would be there with his guys from the hood, but other times, he just sits on the steps, by himself. When he was by himself, he was clearly an easy target for any girl who wanted to get with him, which happened on a regular basis. The only problem was that he wouldn't just take any ol' girl off the block; it had to be someone he was very interested in. But no one knew that. Some girls just thought he was gay since he didn't seek any interest in the girls that talked to him. So most girls just strayed and watched him from afar, wondering what it would be like to have a taste of the Lucky 7.

As the girls walked past, they all chorused a 'Hi' to him. He only looked up and smiled his perfect pearly whites. You can hear some of the girls sigh as they saw him smile. They continued on with their conversation as he looked back down at his notebook. But before he had started writing, he had looked up again and was marveled by the sight in front of him. There, following right behind the girls, was a girl that didn't look like the rest of the girls in front of her. She had long black hair, mocha-like skin, and a sexy body that could've been noticed almost a mile away. She also wasn't dressed like the other girls either, wearing a black and white tuxedo dress under a white American Eagle fur-trimmed coat. She looked like one of those white girls who went to the private prep schools down the road, but a lot sexier.

He liked that...he liked it a lot.

Before she had almost passed by him, he got up from the steps and headed towards the gate. "Hey, wait a second," he called out. The girl stopped to turn and look at him...and so did the girls in front of him.

"No way, he's talking to her," one of the girls in the group whispered.

He walked up to the gate and nudged for the girl to come here. Looking around, she slowly walked up to the gate. 'Even her walk is sexy,' he thought.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked her.

"It depends, um, do you go to Manhattan Prep Academy?" she asked back.

"Uh...no. But I know I've seen you somewhere," he said.

"Well, tell me your name. Maybe I can recognize that," she replied.

"Chad. Chad Danforth," he stated.

"Well...Chad Danforth....I can't seem to remember that name anywhere. I'm really sorry," the girl stated, "I have to get to class so..."

She started to back away from the gate and Chad wasn't ready to lose her just yet. He knew he had recognized her from somewhere; it wasn't a playful joke anymore. The more he had talked and looked at her, the more he started to picture her in his mind.

He walked back to his notebook and flipped through the pages, trying to find whatever was in there before she left. Once he found it, he opened the gate, shocking the group of girls nearby, seeing as if he never came outside the gate. Chad followed behind her slowly and recited what was in his notebook.

A twinkle in her eye

A smile as she walked by

Everything about her revealed her style

I came up to her

My words kept running over

Yet she ended up staying for a while

She wasn't into dating

But I kept communicating

Wondering if she ever liked me

Yet the storm came and went

My hard work was spent

It was almost as if it wasn't to be

But by the twelfth hour at night

As I saw a shadow sight

It was her and the smile that always make my heart sing

We kissed under the moonlight

And made love until sunlight

All in an one night street scene

The girl had stopped as he said the first stanza of his poem. She had heard it somewhere, she knew that for a fact. As Chad continued the poem, her memory kept triggering over and over, and by the end of the poem, she was able to look at him and remember everything. The girl walked up to him and touched his face softly. Chad had smiled softly and brushed his thumb over her cheek.

"Taylor?" he asked the girl.

She nodded in response as tears formed in her eyes. Chad's smile grew wider as he pulled her into a deep embrace, feeling her tears on his shoulder.

One of the girls in the group had whispered, "This is like something out of a soap opera," as the other girls agreed.

It was indeed. Chad had met Taylor back when they were 15 years old in the summer. They were both attending a summer camp out in the country of New York. They had met and Chad had fell heads over heals in love with her. Taylor didn't feel the same yet Chad still loved her. It wasn't until when he had saw her again, right at the same spot they were at now. They had reunited and had made love that night. The next day as he was seeing her out, she had went to catch her cab when an unexpected car crash happened and Taylor was seriously injured. The injuries she faced cause some memory loss, including the memory of her and Chad. Ever since he found out, he tried to manage to make it that somehow Taylor would remember him and they would be reunited again. It was one of the main reasons why he wrote the poem, so that when he saw her again one day, he can try to trigger her memory once more of their love.

Taylor had pulled back, tears coming down her face. "I....I didn't.....I...." she stuttered.

"Shush," Chad slowly said as he wiped the tears from her face and eyes, "It's ok now. I'm here,"

"I...I still love...love...love you," she told him.

It was the words that he had wanted to hear for the past 3 years. He smiled as he gave her a passionate kiss, whispering his love for her over and over again, so only they can hear.

"Oh my god, girls. This is a total private moment," one of the girls said.

"Yeah, we should go," another stated as the group of girls walked away from the couple, who were having their own street scene.

Ok, I'm such a dumbass. I had a lot going on today since I'm heading to Savannah in the morning and I totally forgot to finish this up. I'm so sorry that I'm updating this late, but hey, at least it's an update. LOL! You guys know what to do. Thank you all so much for the review for Chaylor Romance Challenge. I've really loved reading them. Review this too! Got yet another update for you all tomorrow, or today, whatever. Happy Thanksgiving!! Love you all!

~ChaylorTwilightQueen10