(I read a review that made a point that I would like to make. Ryan doesn't seem so foppish. And I don't know if he is going to be all that foppish, at least not yet. I think I might do something interesting with this fop. You will all get to see in due time. Hope you all enjoy this chappie.)

Chapter 8:Tic-Tacs?

Christie walked into the room to find that she was about 5 minutes late. The teacher glarred at her as she walked in.

"May I ask why you are late?" She asked with a stern look on her face.

"I got lost." she lied.

"Don't let it happen again." the teacher turned around and started to pace. "For those of you who missed it, I am your new dance intructor, you can call me Professor Smith, non other than that. I will not answer to anything but Professor Smith."

Chrstie dazed off for a minute or two, and then everyone started to get up. She stood up and coppied what everyone else was doing, and then realized that they were dancing. Christie left there an hour and a half later exhausted.

Time seemed to drag between thursday and saturday for Christie, she couldn't wait to see Ryan again. But she would have to

wait. The mysterious music that had been haunting her at night seemed to dissapear on the nights between Thursday and

Saturday. Maybe it was because she was dreaming those nights, no matter how horrible the dreams were, at least they were

dreams. On friday night she woke up from one of the worst dreams she had had in a long time. It went as so: She was in a

car with her father, it was the night when she last saw her father. It was raining and her father was driving. She was fighting

with her father about something stupid that she couldn't even remember, then she told her dad to pull over, and she got out of

the car. She walked home, but never saw her father again. He had been hit by another car that could not see him through the

fog and rain. The last thing she said to her dad was "I never want to see you again." then he started the car and she said

"Fine then, leave." She woke up from the dream thinking that it was real. It seemed so real, it was excatly like that one night.

She got up from bed, pulled her hair up, washed her face, and went to the kitchen to get a drink. She looked at the clock on

the stove, it said 6:00. there was still 13 hours till Ryan came...what to do what to do? She laid around the house until 5:30

and then she started to get ready. At 7:00 Ryan came right on time. He was driving a black BMW (A/N: Figures, pretty boy

drives a nice car while the girl he loves is trailer trash. I mean that in the most loving way possible.)

Ryan took Christie to a nice resturant which made Christie afraid to order anything...it was all so expensive. But she ordered

anyways and while they were waiting for their food they started to catch up.

"You remeber the one date that your mom set up after you father died?" Ryan asked picking up his water glass.

"Yes." Christie answered a little to fast. Ryan looked up in suprise at how fast she had answered, it was almost as if she knew what he was going to say.

"Well before I came to pick you up...I ate a whole container of Tic-Tacs. And I ate a whole other thing of them while we were at the movies."

"Tic-Tacs?" Christie asked laughing.

"I knew you were going to laugh." Ryan said turning his head away.

"Well then why did you tell me?" Christie asked still laughing.

"I don't know." Ryan said as the food arrived.

(TIC-TACS? TIC -TACS? Why tic-tacs? Well I should be the only one who can answer that! But all wells. I hope you all enjoyed. Please R&R for if my demands are ignored a disater beyond your imagination will occur.)