The sweet taste of her lingered in my mouth. Each kiss drugged me more and more, taking me to a high only she could bring me to. Her touch set my bare skin on fire, leaving each and every part of me wanting more. The fire within me burned for her, called for her. I wanted her so badly.

Her hands stopped moving over my skin and she stopped the assault on my mouth. I opened my eyes to meet her blue orbs shining brightly. And then she smiled. Her smile released a shaky breath that was filled with the sweetest sorrow. A single tear slid down her beautiful face and then I was left with darkness.

I woke up with my hole body trembling. That dream always haunted me. It was so innocent, so blurry, but it frightened me. In that dream, she slipped away from me, and she was so close. I could literally still taste her as if she had really been kissing me. My skin still burned from her touch, but she hadn't really been touching me. My heart ached from feeling her so close and then watching her disappear into nothingness. It was like for a small moment of time I could see her again within that dream, and it broke my heart when she was ripped away from me once again.

I looked around to remember where I was. I was in my dorm room, in my bed room. I had laid down after I had put all of my clothes into drawers. For some reason, I was so tired. I just felt simply exhausted. So I laid down on my uncovered bed and just blanked out. As I looked around the room though, I became curious.

There was now a light on top of the desk in my room, allowing me to see. Near the lamp was a set of purple sheets for my bed, and the quilt that belonged to it was on top of my body. I slowly sat up and stretched, only having an idea where these things came from; Sara. I slung my feet over the edge of my bed and stood up, the quilt that was over me slowly sliding off of my body.

As I slowly walked closer to my bedroom door, which was now closed, I could hear music becoming louder and louder. I paused when I reached my door. The song sounded enticing. The acoustic guitar I could hear playing sounded like a haunted melody. And the voice, Sara's voice, sounded as if she had gone over the edge of insanity.

I opened my bedroom door slowly, trying not to disturb her playing. Once the door was opened, I stood in the door way and watched Sara play. She was sitting on the same couch she had been sitting on earlier when we were talking, so her back was toward me. She hadn't noticed I was there, which was great. I wanted to hear a bit of her song before she noticed my presence and stopped. I mean, I would stop if I was playing and saw her come into the room, I would if anyone walked into the room. I don't really know why, but that was always the way it seemed to work.

I listened to new words intently. Her voice sounded strained and sad, making it really sound like she was insane. Her stokes on the guitar were hard but fit with the attitude of the song. The song was . . . sexy in a way, but very crude. I laughed lightly to myself as I heard the lyrics enter my head.

I know it wasn't in my head

when you said my name so perfectly

I touched you inside,

so good to feel within you

I caused you heaven

and a little bit more

I watched you shake,

I made you quiver

I'm the one who made you climb so high,

no one else can deliver that feeling

You cum in my hands

sweet extasy

the smell of you all over,

sinking in my skin

Nothing ever felt better

than to see you washed away

by the waves of touch

It seemed Sara noticed my presence because she abruptly stopped playing and turned around to face me. She smiled and a quick laugh escaped her throat.

"A little . . . blunt, don't you think?" Sara asked me, I assumed, about the song.

"Only a little," I said as I smiled at her, "but I liked it. You sounded . . . real, if anything. It sounded like you meant it."

"Hah, but it was still very blunt and crude" She said as she took the guitar off of her lap and sat it down next to her on the couch.

I walked over to the couch that I had been sitting in earlier. I sat down and relaxed into it, feeling as if sleep would take over my body once again. I stared at her guitar as I leaned back into the comfy black leather of the couch. The guitar was a nice tan color. The wood looked smooth and simple. The strings of the guitar seemed to shine were ever light hit them, giving it an expensive look.

"Damn" I said as I become slightly lost in my thoughts.

"What?" Sara asked me as she saw my gaze lingering on her guitar.

"Nothing. It's just that my mother had a spazz attack and smashed my guitar to bits. I never really got a chance to get another one."

"Oh, well, you can have one of mine" Sara said smiling warmly as she stood up and walked into her room.

She came back out with a black hard cover case. She placed the case on top of the wooden table and quickly opened it. The guitar that was revealed was beautiful. It was a deep red color and it shone in the rays of light that hit it. The strings, just like Sara's other guitar, shone as well, giving it a very expensive look. I could smell the wonderful odor of wood flooding from the case, giving me a calming effect.

Sara gently took the guitar out of the case and handed it to me. I took it without hesitation and began to slide my hands over the smooth wood of the guitar. She handed me a pick that she seemed to get from nowhere and I began to play. It hurt my hands a little, considering I hadn't played in a long time. The metal strings slightly dug into my fingers, bringing a welcomed pan. It just felt so good to play again.

"Hmm, that guitar and you seem to go together nicely" Sara said smiling contently. "Keep it. It seems so perfect for you."

"I couldn't" I said as I stopped playing and tried to hand her the guitar back.

"Obviously, you haven't gone in my room or even looked in it. There are plenty, and I mean plenty of guitars in there" Sara said smiling, refusing to take the guitar from my hands. "Plus, I couldn't see you part with that guitar after seeing it in your hands. Like I said, it seems perfect for you. And if you don't keep it, I'll be insulted."

I smiled at her gratefully. I really liked this guitar. I didn't even know why. I just knew that I was in love with it. Ha, I fell in love with a guitar, haha.

"Fine, but you're too nice" I said as I began to play the . . . my guitar.

"Yeah, I know" Sara said nocturnally as she moved the case from the table and placed it on the ground beside the couch she was sitting in.

She picked the guitar she had been playing and listened. She was waiting to hear what I was playing. I didn't really know what I was playing, but I knew who I had made it for. It was a long forgotten song, written for her. The chords seemed fresh in my mind but I couldn't remember the words at all. It didn't matter though. No song for her, no matter how great it was, did her any justice. She was too perfect, at least that's what I thought.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard Sara begin to play along with me, putting a set of chords together that went along with mine perfectly. Suddenly, I felt alive. I could feel the reason why I loved music so much all over again. It was beautiful.

It had been two weeks since I had come to college and I was already into the swing of things. My classes were going well, I was in the search of a job, and I had a new best friend.

Sara and I had become like sisters. We had so much in common and understood each other, but at the same time we were completely different and couldn't figure each other out. It was good to have a friend again. I could confide in her and she could confide in me. We didn't expect anything from the other person. It was a great friendship. And I was glad that's all it was turning out to be.

Now, I mean, Sara's an attractive girl. In fact, she's quite sexy, but I was glad that neither of us was attracted to each other in a sexual way. It would have just ended up ruining our relationship and then it would have just been like her again. Although I doubt I could love anyone like I loved . . . love her.

I was sitting in my dorm, in the living room on the couch when Sara walked in. I looked up and found a huge smile plastered on her face. She walked over to our fridge and took out a bottle of water. She placed it on the wooden table that was near the fridge as she took off her black highschool sweatshirt, revealing a red, tight fitting shirt that read "Paul Reed Smith" on it. She took her water bottle off of the table and sat down on, what had become, her "signature couch."

"Oh, how I love my job" Sara stated in a loving voice, smiling from ear to ear.

"Why is that?" I asked as I raised my head from the notes I had been studying.

"My boss is cool!" Sara said with excitement in her voice, reminding me of a little kid. "Not only does she let me and every other employee do whatever we want, but she's got such a great taste in music! It's like my dream job for college! I get to play around with instruments all day, I get to meet and hang out with really cool, interesting people, and it's a good job to gain experience from. It's so awesome!"

"Were do you work?" I asked her. She had never gotten around to telling me where she worked, and if this job was as great as it sounded I might have applied for the job.

"It's a new chain of music stores called "Take Flight," started by Take Flight Records. It's so cool! There's so many jobs that you can do."

"Like?" I asked, very intrigued.

"You can work in the instrument's department and sell them. You can work in the music section where they sell Cd's, DVD's, and music books. You can work in the recoding booths they have in the back of the store. You can work on their road crew which sets up music equipment from everything too small, local bands to famous musicians who are just stopping by for one quick show. It's the best!"

I smiled in excitement. That job really did sound great! I could learn so much things, broaden my musical horizons. I was praying that they had a job opening.

"So, are they still hiring?" I asked, hoping against hope that she would scream "YES!"

"Yeah," Sara said smiling, knowing I would love the job, "in fact they're dying to get some more people who know how to play instruments, read music, and have some sort of musical experience. And you know that they'd probably hire you in a heart beat. Not only are you the daughter of a famous rock star, but you can sing, play guitar, and you know a thing or two about music."

"Are you serious?" I asked her with a little more excitement than I would have liked.

"Yeah, we can go right now and they'll probably hire you" Sara said as she stood up and put her sweatshirt back on.

"Now?" I asked her to see if she was serious.

"Yeah, come on" She said as she headed toward the front door.

"Wait!" I shouted as I grabbed my sweatshirt that had been draped over the couch and followed her out of the door.

We arrived at this huge store. It resembled a Tower Records store but was much larger and had five floors. When I walked in through the front doors, I was automatically engulfed into a large world of music. The first floor was filled with millions of Cd's, DVD's, and music books. I was convinced they probably had every band's music that ever was, even the small town ones that didn't make it that far.

I followed her through the front of the store all the way to the back. We walked through a door that read "Employees Only" on it and we were greeted with a young man.

"Sara, why are you back so soon?" The young man asked as her walked toward us.

"I can't stay away" Sara said slightly laughing as the young man stopped a few feet in front of her.

I took a moment to take the young man in. He had shaggy light brown hair that fell in his face, covering most of his eyes. He was wearing a nicely fitting black T-shirt that read "Lost Souls, 2005 Tour" on it in white letters. His jeans were blue, faded, and ripped and his shoes were black and faded as well. He was a hot young man, someone I'd probably go after if I was into guys. "Too bad . . . " I thought as I smiled to myself.

When I stopped taking the young man in, I noticed he was checking me out. He smiled at me in a cocky manner and extended his hand out for me to shake it. I shook his hand firmly and before I had a chance to say anything Sara started doing all of the talking.

"Jason, this is Ashley" Sara said, looking back and forth between Jason and I as we released each others hand. "Ashley, this is Jason. Jason is very straight man who's looking for a hot girl to be his little love bug. And Jason, it would be in your own interest to know that Ashley is looking for the same thing."

I laughed as Ashley cracked a joke to slip in my sexual orientation. I guess she did it for my own good, because Jason had been staring at me like I was some sort of prey. That looked changed though into a humerus smile as he laughed at what Sara said.

"Damn Sara. You introduce me to all of these hot friends of yours and none of them are straight!" Jason protested in a childish manner. "I mean, seriously, can't you give me a brake?"

"I would never lead an innocent lamb to the slaughter" Sara said smiling and laughing lightly.

"Shut up" Jason said as he punched Sara's arm, and he received a punch in return.

"You to seem like your brother and sister" I said smiling, what I said really seeming true.

"Well, you see, Jason's actually my cousin" Sara informed me. "I hadn't seen him in like five years until I started working here. It really is like working with my brother."

"That's nice" I said, it must be comfortable to work with family.

"Not really, I have to stare at his ugly face all day" Sara said laughing, getting another punch from Jason. After Sara punched him back again, she continued talking. "Is Spazz here, or did I just miss her?"

"She's here, but she's upstairs at one of those fancy-smancy meetings they have."

"Oh."

"Who's Spazz?" I asked, wondering if the name had anything to do with the person's personality.

"My boss. She's the one who would give you a job" Sara said.

"Ow, she wants a job?" Jason asked.

"Why else would I bring her here?" Sara asked him, being a smart ass.

"Shut up" Jason said as he punched Sara once again.

"Hit me again and I'm gonna whoop your ass" Sara said in a slightly humorous, slightly serious voice.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop" Jason said as he put his hands in up the air as an act to surrender.

"You better bitch" I heard Sara mumble, receiving a laugh from me. "Well, can I call her without getting in trouble?"

"Umm, she did say we could call her if there was an emergency . . . "

"Well, this is" Sara said as she took her cell phone out of her pocket and called "Spazz."

I watched Sara as she waited for an answer. After a few moments of silence Sara began talking to, who I assumed, was "Spazz."

"Spazz!" Sara exclaimed happily as a greeting to the person on the other end of the line. "Hey, I have this friend of mine who needs a job. She can play the guitar, sing, and she knows a lot about music." Sara nodded her head to something "Spazz" said and then continued talking. "All right, cool. And sorry to bother you." And with that, Sara hung up her phone, returning it to her pocket.

"What she say?" Jason asked, sounding more anxious than I felt.

"She said that Ashley could have a job. She just wants you to come in with me on Friday so she can clarify a few things for store records. After that, you're all set."

I smiled. I was excited. I was going to get one of the best jobs I could. The only job I could imagine being better was one where I could be touring and singing my music. "I can't wait!" I thought, truly excited for once about any type of work