Today could have not been a more perfect day. She was able to work with Rico, which is always a plus, but she also got closer to Tom. Her heart fluttered every time she said his name. What was it about him that drew her in? There was some connection, but she wasn't able to quite figure it out.

Emilene stood in her kitchen contemplating her life, and what exactly was going to happen with Tom. He was in a very famous band, and after doing a little research; she found something's about his lifestyle that didn't sit right with her.

It was during an interview with a Germany talk show; Bill talks about how he is looking for his true love, and that he will know it. When he does no words will have to be spoken, that it's an instant spark that clicks. Tom, on the other hand, says he is just looking for love for one night. She knew that rock stars like to have their fun, and since they are young, it was also understandable.

But he was acting so sweet; he even took the care of making sure she got home ok.

She let out a loud sigh. Perhaps, this is just a nice distraction. They are so use to girls getting worked up, and throwing themselves on them. Maybe he is taking a different approach, hoping to get me in bed with him. Maybe I…

She stopped herself. There was no way Emilene was going against what she believed to have a fling with Tom.

Perhaps I am just thinking too much into this. It's a nice friendship forming; I just need to make sure it stays that way.

The loud wail of her doorbell made her jump and come out of her thoughts.

Looking through the peephole, Emilene didn't see anyone at her door. She unlatched the deadbolt and opened the door, revealing a empty hallway. A sweet smell caught her attention, and she looked down at her feet. There was a bouquet of lilies with a card attached to them. She picked up the heavy crystal vase, kicked the door shut with her foot, and gently laid the flowers on her dining room table.

Emilene reached for the white card holding her breathe. She didn't know who would send her flowers; it wasn't her birthday, or any type of holiday that she could think of. She didn't want to jump to conclusions, so she opened up the envelope and slid out the tacky, clip art card.

No matter how hard I try, I can't get you out of my mind. I want to see you before I leave.

--Tom

Her heart skipped a beat. She re-read the words over and over. Before she knew it, she heard a phone ringing in her ears, and then the deep voice took over her senses.

It wasn't like Tom to go out of his way for someone; he walked out of the florist twice, and after several minutes of arguing in his head, he decided on the lilies that kept grabbing his attention. Like her.

What am I doing? What should I be doing?

He knew the answer to that; he had several phone numbers from the recent cd signing earlier that day. The normal tall, thin, big breasted blondes all flocked towards him. They would stand in front of him twirling their hair around their little, pink manicured fingers. Laughing at everything he said, pretending it was the most interesting thing they ever heard. Frowning when they had to leave and move down the line, but they would always lean over the table, giving Tom a peak of what he could have. Letting their cheap perfume flood his senses, and stuffing a small white piece of paper with their phone number. Usually their names would be Britney, Jessica, Stephanie or as such. He would program the numbers in his phone under a separate address book dedicated to his sexual conquests. If they satisfied him, he would keep their numbers and call them when he was back in town. If they were boring and did nothing for him, he would delete them. In a way he was proud of his conquests, it was more of a trophy for him than anything else. Inflated his ego, even if it was only for a short time.

Deep down Tom wanted to experience love, he wouldn't admit it, but he knew Bill sensed it. After his one night stands Bill could see the loneliness in Tom's eyes. Tom tried to hide it behind jokes and poking fun of Bill, but how much longer could he continue like this?

Tom made his way back to the hotel they were staying at. As he stepped onto the elevator he felt worn down. It could be from all the traveling and promoting, or perhaps the practicing for their up coming tour? No, he was tired of what he was doing, being with a different girl each night. It would be nice to come back to a warm body that was familiar, that he could confide in. Sure he had Bill, but sometimes there were things we would like to share with someone else.

The ding of the elevator doors opening shook him out of his daydream. Tom noticed he has been doing a lot of that lately, he was sure that Bill and the guys caught on also.

As he entered his hotel room he flicked on the lights in the kitchen. Tom slowly made his way over to the white leather couch in his hotel's living room. As soon as his eyelids became heavy, his phone vibrated against his left thigh.

He didn't want to answer it, he just wanted to rest for a bit. But the nagging vibration didn't give up, with a grunt he pulled the phone out of his pocket without looking at the caller id.

"Hello?"

A faint gasp could be heard on the other line, as if the person did not realize they were calling him.

"T..Tom?"

His angriness from being disturbed melted away as soon as he heard her voice.

"I…I am sorry to bother you, but thank you. Too be honest I didn't expect you to send me flowers, but I would love to see you again. Before you leave that is."

He sensed nervousness and a of bit sadness in her voice. His stomach felt uneasy… were these butterflies?

"Tonight, come to the Waterway Hotel around seven. Go to the front desk and give them your name. They will give you a key so you can access the floor I am on."

"Seven…at Waterway Hotel. Ok. I will see you then. Bye Tom."

Before he could say anything the phone went dead. He dropped the phone on the floor and drifted in sleep.