"That was hilarious!!" Linda cried, laughing, as Nate walked her back up her driveway after the movie.

"I'll say," Nate said, chuckling. "Thank you so much for coming with me."

When they got up to the door, Linda turned to face him.

"Thank you, Nate."

"You're welcome," Nate said, and then he gave her a smile. Linda stopped smiling and looked up at him, seriously.

"Nate?" she asked.

"Yeah?"

"I just want you to know. I'm sorry if I seem forward or anything, but I have to tell you. I love you." Nate stopped smiling and stared at her. "I know you're probably thinking 'she just wants to be with me 'cause I'm famous and I'm a rock-star.' But that's not true. I seriously love you. You're funny and amazing and cool and…..just a really nice person. And I enjoy being with you so much."

Nate stared down into the emeralds the creator had given to her for eyes. And he realized. Linda was the girl for him. The perfect girl for him.

Linda looked down, now embarrassed, at the pavement. I tiny tear trickled down her eyes.

"He doesn't feel the same way," she thought. "Oh well."

She turned and was about to go into her house when Nate caught her arm. She turned her head to look back at him. He was smiling.

"What?" Linda asked, confusion creeping onto her face. Nate pulled her up to him so that his lips were right by her ear.

"Linda," he whispered. "I can't let you go. You're the perfect girl for me. You're sweet and intelligent and kind and you love me for who I am. I wouldn't want anyone else. Even if an angel was put before me. You already are one." She looked up into his eyes, hope and joy both beginning to creep onto her face.

"You mean?" she whispered. Nate smiled.

"Yep. Linda, I love you."

And he closed his lips to hers.

That night, Nate had a dream.

He was sitting on his couch at night when he heard a knock at the door. He jumped up and ran to open the door. On the threshold stood Mitchie and two police men. Both looked grave and Mitchie looked close to tears.

"What's happened?" Nate asked, wondering if the two policemen were to restrain Mitchie or him or…someone else.

"I'm afraid that Linda….has died," the first policeman said.

"What!?" Nate cried.

"She was in a car, on the street next to this one. It was dark, and she couldn't see well. A drunk driver pulled out and hit her straight on. The other driver lived, but she didn't."

"She was going to see you," Mitchie said, through her tears.

"I told her to come," Nate said, more to himself. "I was going to….propose…I never knew that….."

"Well, it happened," the other policeman said. "Nothing can be done now."

"It's all your fault!" Mitchie cried, coming up to Nate and staring at him angrily. "If you had gone over there instead, she'd be alive! I hate you!"

Mitchie fell in a heap at the doorstep. Nate couldn't even move to comfort her and he knew it'd be no good anyway.

"We'd like you to come with us," the policemen said, sternly, to Nate. Nate's eyes grew wide as he saw the moonlight bounce of the silver of a hand-cuff.

"No!" Nate cried, pushing past the policemen and running to the road where the accident had been. In the darkness, he could barely make out the lines of a car in the distance. He ran over to the spot and soon realized that the car was upside down, and no one was in it.

"No. Linda!" he cried. "Linda!"

He woke up, his brow covered in sweat; breathing heavily.

"It was just a dream," he reassured himself. "It doesn't mean a thing. It won't happen."

But did he really believe that?

Ok. You guys better think yourselves lucky because I was going to make the dream a whole lot creepier than that. But I didn't (not that it wasn't just a tad bit creepy….)

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