We walked into his room and I noticed something odd, there was only an air mattress and a couch. I pushed it aside in my brain, I mean they did just move here right. Maybe his bed was damaged and has yet to be replaced. I wasn’t about to ask Stefan any questions, after all we just met and started hanging out. Sure he stood up for me but maybe he was just kind. Or maybe I should just asking myself and just let things roll as they are going to. Let it work out….Fate I guess.

“So, you like music huh?”

“Most likely more than anyone I know.”

“Don’t be so sure Steffie. You’d be surprised at how much I know.”

I went over to the cd rack and looked through the cd’s. Simple plan, Good Charlotte, Slip knot, Sublime, Aerosmith, a good mix. More cd’s were in the rack but those were the ones that surprised me, Stefan didn’t seem like the punk rocker type. He seemed heavy metal. But I could be wrong, it was rare but anything is possible.

“So Good Charlotte huh?”

“Oh..um…that’s….um….Emily’s?”

I laughed, I didn’t know someone could make me laugh so much. But Stefan did. He did it without trying.

“Suuuuure. Admit it Stefan it’s yours.”

At this point I was right in front of his face, so close I could taste his breath. God I had one dying it would be to kiss him. I could make first but that wasn’t me.

He got closer, “You caught me, I’m a fan.”

“I knew it.” I didn’t even know if I said it out loud but Stefan must have heard and he boomed with laughter. I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Your just so kind to you guests aren’t you?”

“You bet ya.”

“So a closet GC fan, and an open Sublime fan?”

“I have a wide taste of music. I’m no set style or anything. I like to listen to a bit of everything to get the experience that the artists want the listener to experience.”

I was floored never in my life did I expect Stefan to be so open and so knowledgeable about music. I though only I felt that way. I couldn’t imagine anyone else feeling that way. My heart and breathing came to a halt. What if this was all a joke…could Stefan really do that to me?

“Jessie? Hello?”

“Oh sorry, I blanked out again. Its just one of my moments.”

“Jessie moments, I like it. It fits you, different but extraordinary.”

Again I was floored, he just kept coming with the surprises.

“Well if you want to think of it that way I guess. But I’m nowhere near extraordinary.”

“To me, you are that and more.”

I looked down at my feet trying to ignore the butterflies in my belly that were starting to rise to my throat. Stefan must have noticed me getting pale from these creatures that were fluttering around. My heart was beating a mile an hour. I know only I could hear it but he seemed like he was counting each beat in his head. He guided me towards the couch and we sat together in silence. Then at once we both said something.

“You first.”

“No go ahead, you’re the guest.”

“I was just going to say you have such a cool room. You really made it look like your own in such a short amount of time.”

“I have Mom to thank for that, she is the one who did everything in the house. She came a month early to get everything ready. She didn’t want us to move into an empty house.”

“That was so sweet of her.”

“She is the best mother I know. No offence to yours.”

“None taken, my mother left when I was young. Never looked back and I never cared. I have it good with dad, he is barley home and when he is, he is locked in his office.”

“How is that good?”

“I can pretty much do as I please without worry.”

“Oh so you’re the bad girl type?” He winked at me.

I blushed and looked away. “No, but it is easier to be myself without my father pushing his way into my life. I like having my own space and that’s what I really need.”

“Oh…”

“Not space from you…I mean…um.. never mind.”

“No, I know what you mean, I feel the same way you do.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“I saw you what ten hours ago and I can already feel the connection. Emily and Sam have been together for years and I feel like our connection is just as strong and its only been a few hours.”

I mush have looked shocked because I stared blankly at him. How did he know I was going to say that. I felt the connection from the minute he looked at me and sat at lunch with me. But I thought it was just another prank done by Paul or Marie. I couldn’t believe it. I won’t believe it. I can’t let myself get hurt ever again. I was too stupid the first time and who’s to say that changed. I could still be the stupid little girl who dreams of love but never finds it. I couldn’t tell Stefan how I felt. I just smiled warmly and touched his hand. A friendly motion. One that can’t be taken any other way, no matter how bad I wanted it to mean something more. He laid his hand on top of mine and smiled back. Okay maybe I was wrong, it could be taken differently. Now Stefan would go back to Paul and tell him and I would be yet again the laughing stock of this stupid pathetic little town.

Slowly I raised my head and looked Stefan in the eye. They were a warm golden color. A color I had only seen once. My mother had similar eyes. Hers would turn black now and again when I was around and I always thought she was just mad at me so I left her be. I wasn’t sure Stefan’s could ever turn such a violent color. And as I looked deeper, I could see he was being truthful. That he meant what he said to me. I was stunned, paralyzed almost. I couldn’t believe it. Maybe he was a good liar? I wanted to slap myself upside the head. I needed to stop with the maybe’s. How could I be so sure of maybe. There was no defiant with maybe. Their was just the small possibility that I was wrong. But could I really chance that again. After everything that happened could I really?