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Time passed by, as silence consumed us between blackened trees and glittering stars. It was nice but at the same time I could feel the bundle of questions rising up into his throat ready for me to answer. Should I torture him a bit more or just let him go free and let him throw anything at me?

"What do you really want to know?" I gave up. I had my fun watching as he gaped over me for a bit. His chuckled, his laughter. Kinda pretty to hear, is that sad to say? I guess it kind of goes with the fact that I think someone's voice and sound is the best part of a person. Now that to me is weird, but I don't care, he is too cool for me to care anyway.

"Who are you?" he simply asked clicking his tongue. Who am I? Ha, I wish I even knew the answer to that question. I chuckled looking down to check my own body.

"Well for starters I'm a girl." I smirked. Yeah I'm a bastard I know it. Jeff laughed shaking his head. Yeah I know he already knew that, but hey who knows I could have been some trani and he wouldn't have known at all.

"That's not what I mean, but it is good to know that I don't find a dude attractive." he snickered. I just watched as he breathed the air, letting the cold get into his lungs just like it was doing to me. He was so fascinating to watch; almost like silent movies or bad Japanese movies. I couldn't even help but to notice the way his hips moves in the wind; the beautiful autumn wind that spun past us both with the silver moon dancing on both of our skin. (Note: Use that in a song somewhere)

"I don't know what you want." I chuckled, pressing my cracked, lips together till they burned with a hot sensation. This is the reason why I'm boy free; I don't like to be around people that much let alone a hot looking guys who are interested in this thing that I guess I can call a talent.

"That guy back there, is he, um, your boyfriend?" His southern twang was stammering. Was he jealous? That tone sounded like he didn't know if he should ask or just left it alone. That's when my mind took me back to Sean...that wonderful man who was everything I could ever dream for.

"No, not at all! That would be amazing to the max though." I felt my own excitement creep and crawl out of my throat. It was making me sick.

"Amazing to the max? What the hell does that mean?" Jeff laughed, moving his hand slowly over to mine till they met like two lovers holding hands on a first date. Was this considered a date? Why the hell would it? I mean he never asked me I felt my face blush for just a moment before I regained my composer.

"It means that him being my boyfriend would be the best thing in the fucking world!" I closed my eyes and spun around in the cool air. I felt like an ass doing that, not only was he probably mocking me, but I think the wind and the trees were as well.

"You always like this?" he chuckled, "I mean this outgoing?" was I suppose to be boring and dull? Not my cup of tea!

"Well you want me to be boring and dull? I think it is better to show your emotions and have people take them then to just bottle up who you really are. That girl being mysterious crap is just bull-shit actually." I went on about my beliefs, I hate when I ramble, "No guy wants a mysterious girl, they want an interesting girl who can be amazing."

The way I spoke, his eyes lit up as if I said something right. Hey, I mean I was right anyway. Mysterious is not the way to go. Where the hell actually were we walking to? I mean I see boats which mean..Oh South Street Seaport...great and it is almost 11:45 which means guys out here think that I am fresh meat to hit on. Great.

"How about some food." I blurted out like some fool. Meh, that's what I am though; this fool who wants everything in life to bow down to my feet. I want the world at my calloused fingertips and me to actually have money for once. Jeff looked into my eyes once more, and for some reason I just could tell that music was passing though every vein, every pore in his body...the question though was he liking the music that I created in his mind?

"Tell me about you first." he inquired once more making my insides groan. I hate to talk about myself. Find it actually kind of useless. I filled my lung up with the sweet cold air around me and let it all. out.

"I'm out of my mind, I dye my hair way to much to even count, I have about three jobs, sleep at my friends house on her couch, write music, trying to look for an apartment, and trying to land myself a music gig." I let myself exhale before looking into his eyes once more. Hypnotizing, just multi colored greens staring into mine.

"Then can I ask why you want to make music?" he asked. Did he really just ask that? I mean that's like asking him why he wrestles, but in the end I guess I don't know how to say it.

"I want to inspire people like all those musician's did for me. I mean if it wasn't for them I might be still doing drugs, or maybe worse... I might be dead." I whisper into the wind as if it is the only thing that could hear me. Jeff turns on his heel and stops, grabbing my arm to see the faded track marks that used to be.

"You stopped you said right?" his voice was filled with worry as if God himself came down and told him that I was going to die. My eyes glance at the marks of my past and nod, which in returns his breathing starts up again.

"Yes only a year ago though. Without my girl Chuck, I don't know what I would do." I smirk; it's not a laughing matter I know but in the end I mean who cares. I feel his cold hands brush against my arm once more, making me shiver from the touch. This is getting bad. I hate to be touched, but for some reason it's ok when he does it.

"You really love this don't cha?" he asked, glancing between the trees all the way to the ships in the seaport. Everyday I come here at night, sit on the boardwalk steps take off my shoes and lay my feet on the wood. It's peaceful here, a pretty peaceful where you can just sit back, relax and take in everything around you.

"What is there not to love..." was the last thing I said before I glanced up at the newly lit sky. Jeff nodded, as he brought me back to Chuck's home..or my residence for the time being.

The sun was coming up by the time we walked all the way back to St. Marks where he dropped me off in front of the small bar I ca home for now. His eyes shone a sea foam green, staring into almost begging me not to leave.

"So this is where I leave you off huh?" I watched as he pulsed on the balls of his feet staring into my eyes as if this was going to be the last time that he was going to see me.

"Yeah, but here is Chuck's number if you really want to get in contact with me ever again." I mumbled. My eyes glanced up into his, watching as they took in every part of my face, soaking up every detail he possible could. I didn't know if it was creepy or

"You know Sand, I want to take you to North Carolina with me...I mean I have a recording studio and all, and I mean I'll keep in touch and all, so I mean yeah..." his speech was fast making my head dizzy a bit.

"Sure any time and place, I'll go." I laughed. Did he just say what I think he said? He wanted me to go with him to his home? There had to be a catch? Did I have to sleep with him? I mean I wouldn't mind it I guess, but um hello, raise hand, I'm a virgin. Ugh, I'm thinking about this way to much...

"So this is where I really leave you off huh?" this was the second time he said it...what the hell is so special about me? I mean what the hell am I like the goddess of all music or something?

"Jeff, I'm going to be squatting here for a while. You forget that I work three jobs now." here it goes, the sad sappy fact that I don't hold an apartment and living rent free cause I can't afford rent. For christ sakes I don't even sleep in a room!

His laughter played in my ears like a new song I just heard on the radio that I seem to enjoy. Perfect, just perfect.

"So what is wrong with you?" I asked, hey, it was a good question to ask! I mean it's very rare that a guy comes into your life and after a day asks you to go inside his home to record music, but by the look on his face I could tell I caught him blind sided.

"W-what?" he stammered, "I mean I'm messed up and all, but who isn't?"

"Understandable." Understandable? Sand your on fucking crack! What else could he have done? I mean just by saying your fucked up isn't anything?

"But fucked up means what? You killed a man, you had sex with a cat?" why those words ever came out of my mouth God only knows.

"Come to Carolina and I'll tell you." he nodded. Just like that, that was it. Jeff bowed just his head moving to kiss my cheek. Ah fuck it...I moved my lips till they pressed against his.

"Calm down it's just a kiss." I muttered walking away. I never done that before...well the kissing yes but just a kiss and run not really. My eyes peered over my shoulder watching as he stuck his calloused hands into his pocket. He was nice, really nice...now I just hoped he kept that promise.

Moving back inside my home for the night, I didn't even realize that Chuck was smoking. What the hell she was doing up that whole night was up to me. Her blue eyes glanced over at me when her cream colored skin glowed under the disappearing moonlight,

"You better not trust that boy Sand." her French accent was so thick from lack of sleep. My eyes took in the lasting embers of the cig when she threw it out the window, "He is the type that cannot be trusted...do you hear me?"

"Chuck you always say that." I laughed, going onto my couch. Her eyes glared into mine.

"Sandra, listen to me, I have more experience with this....he is not to be trusted, I mean have your fun now but never trust him." her voice dropped, when she moved over to my side, kissing my head, "Listen to me," she repeated.

I just nodded, watching as she went into her room, closing the door. My head was swimming by the time I laid down, changing into my sleeping clothes. I couldn't go asleep...I mean how could you when you found out that maybe just maybe your dream may come true? The next day he called...and guess what he will be in Jersey in two weeks.