Lily. Lily is my name. I'm Lily. There's other Lily's here. Yes......no. I've never met anyone with rusty name like Lily....I'm the only Lily.

They are coming off stage. The two beautiful people and the doctor climb off the stage, as the audience glare in awe.

"An operation made them look that beautiful.....It's a scam....they look too perfect...like dolls....oh my gosh....the male just looked at me..... " the audience buzzes with self conscience words and thoughts.

The doctor shakes hands with middle aged men, women and old crumblies.

"I'm in need of a facelift," mutters one middle aged man as they walked past him.

The doctor turns to him slowly, "All in good time young man," the doctors commanding voice goes with the approving nod he gives the man.

The two beautiful people go through the crowd, because everyone basically bows as they past.

They aren't the future, they can't be. A world with that much beauty. What would then define beauty? That would then be truly beautiful?

Gradually they get closer. I glare at the strange beautiful boy. He glares back. My horrified stare is rewarded with a look of euphoria. He s smiling at me. Me. This picture of utter perfection is staring right at me and all I do is try to get my jaw from the ground. That's when I see him running. Running...towards me. I just stand, unable to plant my feet from the ground. Should I run? I don't know this person! It could be a creepy stalker for all I know. Run lily. I really can't run though. Not when something this a dream-like is occurring.

The crowd is parting as he runs through all of the star struck audience. They are all staring at him....running towards me.

Suddenly, his arms are around me and his muscular arms envelope my body. He smells my hair and then pulls back. These huge, beautiful hazel eyes, with a gold iridescence stare right into mine. Gently he caresses my cheek lovingly and then we kiss. Like a movie kiss, slowly, passionately, lovingly. I get way too caught up in the moment, and before I know it, I'm kissing him back, because his big, full lips are so soft and kissable. And then the self-conscious thoughts overtake my pleasurable ones. Why is this guy kissing you? You re a no-body. Your hair is fizzy, your nose is huge and your freckles make you look like a kid. Things like this don't happen to you Lily.

That's when I step back.

"Who are you?" I breathe, as a look into his eyes.

"Lily, seriously, cut it out" he looks shocked and taken a-back.

"No, really...I really...uh...don t know you. Why do you know my name? Not that I have a problem with you knowing my name...or anything. It s just...I shouldn t have kissed you. My boyfriends going to so pissed off at me! I mean...he ll find out...basically everyone in town is here....Sorry," the cringy mutters keep coming.

"I don't think he'll be pissed off at you...you see...me and him are good friends," he whispers in my ear and kisses my neck.

"Really?" I gasp, I want him so badly.

"I....really....need to talk to him. I've been so worried...I think he's mad at me. He's not...been....returning my calls. He...said...he would...be....here" I mutter back as he twists my hair.

"He's really not mad at you baby. He's right here"

Then we start kissing again. This time I don't feel that bothered. Because I know exactly who I'm kissing.

A/N I hope you get it! If you don't ill inform you in the next chapter. Reviews? Thanks :D