A/N: The part in italics is the beginning of the previous chapter. The only difference between the chapters will be the endings, so I just copied the first part of the previous chapter.

I reached out for my phone on a sudden gleam of thought. I typed in the digits and put the phone up to my ear waiting for her to pick up. I hoped seeing her might end the constant pain I was in. Of course there was a chance it could make it work, but either way I was going to do this.

"Hello?" Kathleen's voice answered. It wasn't soft or sweet. I actually couldn't find words to describe the sound of her voice. But it was the single most comforting sound I've ever heard.

"Hey Kathy. It's Alyssa," I said.

"Oh. Hey, Aly. What's up?" I stood up and with my free hand I started to play with the phone cord.

"Nothing. I as wondering if you could meet me down in the park, at the gazebo?"

"Now?"

"Yeah. I really need to see you."

"Okay, well, I'm actually only about a block away from the park right now. I'll see you in a few minutes."

I nodded, before remembering that she couldn't see me. "Sure. See you." I heard the small click that told me that she had hung up. I hung up as well and rushed down the stairs to slip on my tennis shoes. I ran down to the park that was only a couple minutes away.

When I reached the gazebo I was out of breath. I waited on the steps and ran – again – to meet Kathy the minute I saw her. She ran towards me and we closed the distance between us in a matter of seconds I wrapped my neck around Kathy's neck, unwilling to release her. Only that's exactly what I did a moment later.

I interlocked our fingers and guided the two of us back to the gazebo, sitting on the second step up. I took a deep breath and angled my body towards her. A heat wave coursed through my body – it happened every time I was nervous or embarrassed. Right now I was nervous and I was starting to sweat a bit.

"Look, Kathy. I…need to tell you something," I said, casting my eyes downward. She wasn't pushy about it, and the edge in her voice was concerned, not curious. I silently thanked her for that.

"What's wrong Aly?" She said, placing a hand on my back when she noticed that I was tearing up slightly.

"I…like you. As more than a friend. I know you probably don't like me that way, but I wanted to tell you. I wanted you to know."

Kathleen's hand tensed slightly on my back. I looked up expecting to see an angry expression, but instead I saw a surprised but pleasant look.

"You…you do?" She asked, not daring to sound too hopeful. Or at least that's how I chose to perceive her tone.

"Yeah. I do. So much. You know the line: I can't, I can't sleep…and whatever else follows? Well, it always sounded so lame to me. But now I know what it really feels like to love a person so much. I haven't eaten that well the past couple of weeks, and I stay up till God-knows-what hours in the morning thinking about you," I said, the words pouring out without second thought, "God, that sounded so lame."

"No, it didn't. I…I like you too," she said hesitantly, "God," she muttered, "You don't have any idea. I swear, I don't know why; it just feels…right when I'm with you. Everything does. I forget about all the shit that's happened in my life and I can just relax."

I looked her dead in the eye and shifted towards her infinitesimally. "Do you mind if…?" I asked, and she seemed to understand what I was asking, because she nodded. I leaned in and pressed my lips onto hers. My thoughts jumbled up and I thought of all the times I had imagined a moment like this and then I thought of the times I might be able to experience something like this in the future. I didn't notice that our kiss had deepened and developed on a rational level. I was acting purely on what I felt. And it felt good her mouth was sweet, but it was minty at the same time. I broke away gently so that I could regain the air that was quickly depleting in my lungs.

"You don't know how many times I've wondered what that would feel like," I said.

"Me too," she whispered and pressed her lips to mine gently.

The time we spent together went by way too quickly in my opinion. When I turned to walk back home I was sad, but she caught my wrist and I spun around to face her. She pressed her lips to mine again.

"Bye," She said, "miss you."

"Me too. But this time when I go to sleep I'll know I have you."

"Me too," she smiled, repeating my words, well her words from earlier actually.

I turned around again walking home, light on my feet. When I walked through the front door I barely registered anything around me. I just closed the door and leaned my back against it with a huge grin plastered on my face.

A/N: Yep, so This is what most likely won't happen. But a girl can dream can't she?