A/N: This is a short chapter, it's really just a transition. I'll post chapter 3 tomorrow, where something actually happens. Enjoy!

Ch. 2

Restless

Jenny was back the next night, so I went back to helping Angela with props

Jenny was back the next night, so I went back to helping Angela with props. I was a little distracted, and had been since last night. I couldn't believe I had walked away from the mysterious boy. I of course hadn't told anyone about him. What was there to say? He was beautiful, he had noticed me, and I had walked away. I was just too shy.

For a second, I wanted to go back on stage so that I could see if he was in the audience again. Then I came to my senses. Of course he wouldn't have come back, he'd already seen the show. I sighed to myself.

"You ok?" asked Angela.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "Just tired. Late night last night."

She nodded, so I went back to my musings. What would I do if he was back? I knew I would never go back out there again. I was terrified. Something about him scared me. Not because I was afraid of him, but because I was afraid of the way he made me feel. I had never felt anything like it before. I didn't know how to handle it.

The show finally ended. I helped Angela make sure all the props were back in their places.

"See you tomorrow at 6?" said Angela.

"Yeah," I said, still distracted. "See you tomorrow."

I decided to go around the building tonight. I didn't want to go through the house again. Besides, the mystery guy surely wouldn't be there tonight. So, I went out the back, lighting a cigarette as soon as I was outside.

My dorm wasn't too far from the theater. I started to get on the elevator, since I lived on the fourth floor, but I decided to stop by a friend's room on the first floor first. I walked down the hallway, nodding at people as I passed. I technically wasn't supposed to be here without an escort, but I was down here so often that they really didn't care. I came to room 131 and knocked.

"Bella!" exclaimed the boy who answered. He was tall, with long, straight black hair in a ponytail and deep russet skin. He also had a beautiful smile that I loved.

"Hey, Jacob," I said.

"How was the show?" he asked.

"It went pretty well," I said. "Did I tell you I was in it last night?" I sat down on the edge of his roommate's bed, and he sat across from me on his bed.

"No way! I would have come!" he exclaimed.

"I had one line," I said, blushing. "And it was really last minute. Literally, they told me 5 minutes before house opened."

"Wow. How did you learn the part so fast?"

"I told you, it was just one line, and I already knew the line."

"Sweet," he said. "Do you know everyone's lines?"

I shrugged. "Pretty much. I've watched every rehearsal."

"I guess that's true," he said.

"Where's Paul?" I asked. Paul was Jacob's roommate. He had a bit of a temper, and he never really talked to me, but overall he was an ok guy.

"I think he's visiting his girlfriend," he said. I nodded.

"Lisa?" I asked.

"No, they broke up," he said.

"He's got a new one already?" I asked, not really surprised.

"Yeah," said Jacob, "it's not getting girls that he has trouble with, it's keeping them. I think this one's name is Ashley."

"That Paul," I said, shaking my head.

"Yeah," he said. "So how about you? Any new men in your life?" He sounded hopeful. I grimaced inwardly. Jacob had been hinting at us dating all semester, but I just didn't feel that way about him. He was my best friend, like a brother, but nothing more.

"Actually," I said, deciding to take a chance, "I kind of met someone yesterday."

"What do you mean 'kind of' met someone?" he asked, frowning.

"Well, I made a fan, I suppose you could say. There was this guy waiting for me when I came of stage to tell me how good I did."

"Really?" said Jacob skeptically. "A guy you didn't know? And you only had one line?" I nodded. "What was his name?"

I just looked at him.

"You don't know his name?" asked Jacob.

"Actually, no, I don't. He never said."

Jacob laughed. "So, the answer to my question is no, there is no new man in your life."

I laughed, too, but it was fake. I couldn't believe I didn't know his name. And I hadn't even realized it. It almost hadn't seemed important, but of course it was.

"Anyway," I told Jacob, "I think I'm gonna go up to my dorm. I'm really tired."

"Alright," said Jacob. "You sure you don't want to stay the night? I bet Paul doesn't come back tonight."

"Oh, no, that's alright," I said. "I plan on sleeping in, plus I really need a shower."

"Ok," he said. "If you change your mind, I'll be here."

"Alright, thanks," I smiled at him. "Goodnight."

"Night, Bells," he said, giving me a hug.

After that I went straight to my room and got in the shower. I hated that I didn't know his name now. I wanted to see him again. I wished I hadn't just run off while I had him there. It was a huge mistake. What were the odds of seeing him again?

I kicked myself mentally. If I ever did see him again, I decided, I would just have to toughen up and talk to him. If he wasn't interested in me, then that would be ok. It's not like I would be asking him to marry me or anything…I just wanted to talk to him. Get to know him a little bit. Or learn his name, at the very least.

I almost cried right there, in the shower. What if I never saw him again? I couldn't stand that thought. The worst part of it was that I felt like I didn't know myself anymore. I had never even had a boyfriend, and here I was about to cry over some boy whose name I didn't even know. It just wasn't like me. I was too distracted to do anything. I'd hardly talked to Angela or Jake, even though they're my best friends. I hadn't paid any attention to what was going on backstage. I had to do something about this situation. It was getting a little out of control.

I sighed, trying to remember if I'd conditioned my hair yet or not. I finally gave up and just got out. I laid in bed for nearly an hour, but I just couldn't go to sleep. I gave up on that, too, and got on my computer. I decided I would try to find this guy on facebook, though it was hopeless without his name. I searched through countless guys in my school's network. I couldn't find him. Finally, at about 3:00 in the morning, I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer and fell asleep.

That night I dreamed I was on stage by myself, with an audience full of mysterious green-eyed, bronze haired strangers giving me a standing ovation. Then one of the strangers came up on stage and offered me a single red rose. He smiled beautifully at me, and then I woke up. I grumbled and turned off my alarm clock. I had to give up hope. I was never going to see him again.

A/N: So, thanks to all my readers and reviewers so far! I have to admit, I actually didn't expect to get any reviews at all, so really, thanks :). For those of you who are confused about the whole 'Thank you 6' thing, that's just a theater etiquette thing. 6 refers to 6 minutes, or 6:00. If they say call at 6, it just means that everyone has to be there at 6. If they say house in 5, it means there are 5 minutes until they let the audience in. Anyone who hears is supposed to say 'thank you 5' so that the stage manager knows they heard. Sorry for not being clear about all that.

Also, someone said something about Bella smoking. I can't speak for all theaters, but where I live, theater people are notorious for their bad language and smoking habits. I made Bella a smoker because that's a little of what differentates my Bella from Stephanie Meyers' Bella. I tried not to change her too much, but I knew Stephanie's Bella wouldn't be a theater kid, so I just changed a couple of little things, like the smoking and a little bit of language, though I tried to keep it fairly clean. Anyway, sorry I'm ranting. Reviews are appreciated!