You Learn A lot About People
When you listen to songs that
Mean something to them

Courtney's POV:

What were the odds that the only really attractive, funny, smart guy I had met was getting married? Honestly it was my luck that he was getting married. It always seemed that the guy I could really see myself liking was taken, but isn't that what happened to every girl? The one that takes your breathe away is always the one that's taken by another girl who is equal if not better than you. True maybe all of this is a little early to be thinking about how his fiancée is better than me, but really he was amazing.

When I had teased him about staying away, I half hoped that he really wanted to be near me. I hoped that maybe the spark we shared on the first day we met wasn't just a random occurrence, but something that was supposed to happen. I had to admit though that he was quite adorable when he asked if Cailyn and I were a couple. But I could see where he would get that idea. If only he knew that I was jealous of whoever he was marrying, he would realize being a lesbian was the furthest thing on my mind.

I returned home after a long day of classes wanting to talk to Tom but the fact that he had a fiancée was holding me back. I had never seen myself being friends, serious friends with a guy, especially one that had a significant other. I was never actually able to be friends with a guy and it wasn't because I was easy. Simply put I tend to fall for guys way too easily. That had to be my one down fall, more than anything else. Problem with my friendship with Tom is that he was gorgeous, funny, smart, and everything else that made him irresistible, which made him exactly the kind I was bound to fall for way too fast.

I wasn't going to go back on my word no matter how hard I wanted to keep my distance from him. I crashed on my bed and set up my laptop. After a couple of minutes and the computer loaded up, I logged into my email and opened up a window for a new message. I pulled my phone out from the front right pocket of my jeans and found Tom's info in the contacts list. I stared at his email address for a minute or two before entering it into the TO: slot on the new message. I didn't say much; I was afraid to say a lot to be honest. I thanked him for the tea and that I enjoyed spending time with him outside of the classroom. I wrote that I hoped we could do it some time soon. I left my cell number at the bottom of the email and told him to call if he ever wanted to hang out because it would be easier and quicker to reach me on my phone.

Several hours later, I received a text message from a number I didn't recognize. I opened the message to see an interesting text: "Wanna meet at Starbucks for tea? Then maybe we could listen to some music at a local shop? –Tom."

I quickly replied, "Sure thing, meet at 12:45?"

"Can't wait ;-) See you tomorrow, have a good night."

I smiled to myself. Tom was beyond cute with his last message. When someone as cute as Tom was flirting with you, it's hard to resist. But in the back of my mind I keep thinking about his fiancée. Did she know about the two of us hanging out? If she did doesn't know, did Tom feel guilty? True, I do overanalyze everything but when it comes to matters of the heart you kind of have to. I had to keep reminding myself that things were too soon to tell.

The next morning I decided that I was going to hang out with Tom and expect nothing. We were two friends that simply enjoyed the others company. But I wasn't being too forward if I were to look really cute, right? I threw on a pair of tight blue jeans and a forest green Billabong sweater.

I left the apartment without telling Cailyn where I was going hoping that she would just send me a text later. I wanted to make sure I wasn't waiting forever for him and I didn't want to be late so I left about five minutes before I was to meet him. I showed up a minute after and a wide smile played across his lips as he saw me round the corner. He greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We stayed at Starbucks for about an hour talking about what we wanted our futures to be like to our families.

When we finally headed out of the coffee shop, Tom led me to a little corner record shop. As we walked through the shop, everyone said hi to him and he waved back without saying anything. He brought me back into an office in the back of the shop.

I laughed once he shut the door before asking, "What was that all about? Here often huh?"

He smiled meekly and replied, "Sort of."

Tom laid out a pile of CD's trying to find he wanted to put on. He finally selected one and slipped into the laptop that was setup. I looked through the pile as he found the track he was looking for. He put on a cheesy smile before talking. "Not many people know this song; it's by Queen. For some reason every time I hear it I think of you."

I turned away from him so he couldn't see me blush. I listened as the slow melancholy music started to play. I listened closely as the lyrics were sung. I was a Queen fan; I was raised through their music through my mother. I had never heard of this song before and to be honest I wasn't sure what to expect. When the song ended, the title did just what it said 'You Take My Breathe Away.' Needless to say that after hearing that song, I felt guilty about his fiancée. If anyone knows that song, they'll know exactly what I mean.

I didn't say anything; I didn't know what to say. How do you react when a guy who's engaged gives you a song as sweet as that one is? You really can't do anything; except start falling for him.