"Your number is the same one you had in high school. You never switched phones?"

Meagan laughed. "No, I never felt the need to do that…" She trailed off, looking into the distance. James followed her gaze but saw nothing.

"What are you looking at? Some other guy I should be aware of?" Meagan shifted on the park bench to face him.

"Never. I haven't looked at another guy since I fell in love with you."

"You fell in love with me?" James made a face. Meagan punched him lightly in the arm.

"Of course I did… Why else do you think I would still have your number in my phone after a year and a half?" James considered this, then looked back at Meagan.

"Then what were you looking at?"

"Memories of things that almost were. Like… Like you and me. All the times you flirted, I flirted," James laughed.

"You never were good at flirting."

"But it's the thought that counts." James nodded. Meagan continued her musing. "Every single minute we spent together that brought us closer, but ultimately kept us apart. I loved you all throughout high school, and you never once picked up on it…" James cut her off mid-sentence.

"Wait, all throughhigh school? I thought you were with Tom through sophomore year…"

"That didn't stop me from secretly loving you." James smiled.

"But you were good, you never cheated for me." Meagan shook her head, smiling.

"Nope. I waited it out, I waited until he left me on his own, and then I started openly flirting… Trying to get you to see me."

"It worked, you know. I saw you more than you realize, but I didn't show it."

"You what?" Meagan threw her head back in annoyance. "All these years, I've been hoping, wishing, praying that you'd love me too, and you noticed me and didn't tell me!" James smiled at her outburst.

"Yeah… I wanted to see how long you'd keep up flirting, trying to get me to notice you. And then it continued into senior year and I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't handle the wanting but not having. I'm sorry I ignored you senior year. We might have been something." Meagan looked at him and smiled.

"You mean it?" James nodded. Meagan nodded in response and sat silent for a minute.

"Remember senior prom?" James laughed.

"How could I forget?" Meagan shrugged. "I remember seeing you walk in with Ashley and her date, but you were dateless. I thought it was the oddest thing, for the most beautiful girl there to be dateless."

"I wouldn't have been dateless if Mr. Dateless here had picked up on the fact that I loved him."

"Okay, so I was dateless too. But still… You with your hair grown longer than it had been all year, pulled back away from your face, braided… And the dress. You were a medieval princess in that dress. Do you know how many of my friends wanted you right then?"

"Did you want me?" This threw James slightly. He hesitated before answering.

"I wanted you no matter what, so I would have been happy no matter how you looked."

"Remember the slow song they played?"

"Which one?"

"The one where we watched each other the whole time." James sighed.

"It's still on my iPod."

"Mine too. But remember how our eyes never met, but we knew the other was watching?"

"I could feel your beautiful chocolate gaze melting me from the distance we stood from each other. And that was a good thirty feet." Meagan leaned close to James's ear like she was about to kiss him.

"I would rather it had been three centimeters." She got up and started to walk away, sticking the headphone of her Nano into her ear and swaying slightly as she walked. She turned her head slightly, to see if James was going to follow. He was hot on her trail.

"My house, now." He said as he caught up to her. Meagan smiled and turned to follow him out of the park.

As they walked through the throng of people, their hands fell to their sides, and James's fingers brushed Meagan's. She glanced up quickly to see James smiling to himself.

James unlocked the door of his apartment and Meagan followed him up the stairs. As they entered into a small living room, James plugged his iPod Video into the stereo dock he had and turned on a soft song. Notes drifted into the still air as Meagan looked James over as if he were crazy.

"You want to have that dance that should have been at senior prom?" Meagan stepped back slightly as James came forward to meet her. He took her hands and put them over his neck, then put his hands gently on her hips, not pulling her too close. They started to sway slightly to the sound of the lyrics coming from the iPod stereo.

Somebody wants you, somebody needs you,

Somebody dreams about you every single night.

Somebody can't breathe, without you it's lonely,

Somebody hopes that someday you will see,

Somebody's me.

James pulled Meagan a little closer as she started to relax, and he rested his forehead on hers. He bumped his nose into hers lightly, and Meagan looked up at James from under dark lashes.

"You okay?" he whispered as she smiled slightly. She nodded and closed her eyes again, taking in the scent of him. James whispered some more words into her hair, next to her ear.

"To what should have been a long time ago," he said as his lips moved along her jawbone. Meagan tensed up as she prepared for what she knew was coming.

James sensed her tensing and stopped, pulling back slightly to look into her slightly worried eyes.

"I won't hurt you," he promised, touching his lips to her nose. "But if you'd rather not right now…"

Meagan moved the last little bit closer to him, and her body fit in perfectly with his. She tucked her head under his chin and spoke against his chest as she listened to his heart beat.

"Tell me I don't want this again, and I swear…" James chuckled slightly.

"Alright, but you seem a little worried."

Meagan looked up and met his eyes. "That's because I don't know what's going to come of this." She leaned in and pressed her lips softly to his, drawing a breath out of him. James pushed back a little, trying to take a minor hold on control of the kiss. He seemed to understand that Meagan was letting him.

James wrapped his arms tightly around Meagan's waist, and his tongue slowly touched to Meagan's lip. Her eyelids seemed to flutter for a second, and she gave into the feeling, melting into his body. As the kiss deepened, Meagan felt a surge of energy rush through her, like her body was on fire, in a good way.

James must have felt it too, because he suddenly seemed warmer than before. He broke the kiss somewhat reluctantly, and stepped back into the breeze from the air conditioner. He sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to him.

"Come here," he said a little breathlessly. Meagan blinked for a second, then smiled as she walked to sit next to him. As soon as she was on the seat, James's hand was on her face, his thumb tracing circles over her jaw.

"I'd wanted to say this the night they played this song and we did nothing…" Meagan nodded for him to go on.

"Meagan. I've loved you and I love you still, even after our chance passed."

"Who said it was gone?" She leaned in and kissed him again, and James pushed her backwards onto the sofa.

"Alright, if you insist." He smiled and kissed her again, leaning over her. Meagan wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her as he kissed her.

a/n: My dreams torture me. I can't stop thinking about my fantasy world, the one where he's in love with me.