It's him. I can't believe it. Omigod It's him! It's not him. It can't be. After all, I'm dreaming aren't I?
Even if it's a dream, I can't help but throw my arms around his neck and he happily returns the hug. I cry hard into his shoulder. We just sit there for what seems like hours, but the plane hasn't taken off yet so it can't have been that long… but hey, it's a dream; I guess anything can happen!
He just holds me. He holds me tight. I love the way his firm arms keep me in place. I love how his warm breath blows down my neck. I love his crooked jaw grazing my ear. I love Joey Richter.
I finally pull away and wipe the tears away.
"Why are you crying?" he asks concern clearly etched in his face.
"I-I just-I just never thought that anyone would want me. Like-Like you saw how quickly my mom let me go with a group of twenty something year olds who happen to be Team StarKid and famous… and I've never had people actually wantme to be their friend… and it just seems like you guys wanna be…"
"Come here," he hugs me yet again, this time harder so that I can't wriggle away. "Sarah, I will be your friend forever, so don't worry okay? We all really love you. I really love you." Joey whispers close to my ear. His lips caress my ear gently. Chills run up and down my spine. He plants a soft, slow, friendly kiss on my temple. I love Joey Richter, but I don't lovehim… do I?
He's 23 for Pete's sake! I'm 10 years younger! I don't love Joey and he doesn't love me.