Chapter 2

Harry had taken her to his place where his parents were away on work for the next two weeks, returning the day before his birthday. "So, I thought i'd get changed then we could go to to that new club?"

"Sounds good, I guess."

"Have a seat, I will be two seconds." Feeling brave he kissed her temple and went to get changed. Jackson 5 sat amazed by his bravery, and slightly flushed. She smiled to herself. Then she thought ahead to what was to come. A night of computer recorded anodine pop. How was she going to get through this and how would he react when they 'moved' and he would never see her again. She didn't want to hurt him, it was wierd.

When Harry came back down he grabbed his wallet off the side and took her hand to leave. But she pulled him to a stop before they got out. "Wait, I just wanna warn you, I'm a little different to the other girls."

"How? You seem like a perfectly normal GaGa girl, wait, are you gay?" He said worriedly embarrassed.

"What? No, It's just I like to start a night, how most first dates end."

"How's that?"

"Like this." She kissed him. It wasn't long or a peck. It was that sensation that she wasn't quite used to, the feeling that this was wrong and against everything she was for, but with him, it felt so right. She pulled away, slowly, to find his eyes closed and a slightly shocked expression but he smiled.

"That was..."

"Yeah."

"Um, we should be going."

"Yeah, we should." She laughed nervously.

"After you."

"Thankyou."

At the club they sat in a booth away from prying eyes and just had a good time, content with eachothers company. Later on a group of GaGa teenagers from their highschool decided to drop in the club and saw them and decided to join them. Harry shot his date an apoligetic look and IMed her a solution.

'Climb out v bathroom window, i'll b vare 2 catch u.'

'K'.

"Um, I'll be right back." She said excusing her self.

"Do you want another drink?" Harry asked casually.

"Sure, um, same again please."

In the girls bathroom Jackson 5 opened the window and waited for him to stand underneath. "Sarah, i'm down here, come on jump i'll catch you."

"No need, stand back." Suddenly she was at his side. "Where next?" He stared at her amazed. No other GaGa girl would've dared do that. "My place?"

"Sure, if i'm honest, I couldn't take another second in there."

"Me either. And not for the reason you think." Seceretly he was more disgusted with the music that was played. He knew how it was made. It was all computer recorded sound and it sounded horrible. They walked back to his place hand in hand, talking.

The next day at school he cornered her at her locker. "Hey baby."

"Hey." She replied kissing him. "So any plans for tonight?"

"Mmm, that depends on whether my girlfriend is free to come bowling with me."

"Well, I hear her parents are out of town, and she is home alone." She sighed dramatically, "if only her guy was able to come over."

"I hear he's desperate to see her again, and can bring pizza for them."

"I think she'd like some all night company." She said as he walked her home.

"Maybe he should meet her there in an hour with something more comfortable on." She whispered to her as his school trousers became considerably tighter.

"I think she'd like that." She replied kissing him quickly and closing the door on him. Leaning against the door she sighed. How could she hurt him by leaving. She was a bohemian, not a soddin' GaGa girl. But she thought she had fallen for him. She had to tell him, before his birthday, and if he rejected her, it happend. If anything else happend, she was probably dreaming. But she couldn't lie to him anymore.

Harry returned home and collasped on his bed. His uniform was discarded to the floor. He figured he could get there in half the time if he ran, so he changed into something more comfortable, making sure to draw the curtains. He didn't want to get caught. Not for acting rebelious. His parents would turn him in, disown him even. But he couldn't deny who he was. A bohemian. He knew it, and he had to get away from this place. But he couldn't leave his girlfriend. It only then occured to him. He hadn't actually found out her name, her proper name. Then he remembered, in the club, she had looked miserable, even before the others had turned up. And she didn't talk like other girls either. And she didn't really hang with many other girls from school. His girlfriend was different. And, he liked it.

When he arrived at her house and knocked. When she let him in, he kissed her softly, possibly their last kiss. Then he spoke softly. "We need to talk, I know what you are." And her eyes glazed over with fear.