The brown door of my flat glared at me, the dark wall, the way into the empty dark place. I stood there for a minute, just looking at it. Sighing I pulled out the keys from my coat pocket. I turned the keys, and grabed the handle. The cold metal made me shiver, my hands were cold and numb. I held on to it, remmebering how warm Davy's hand felt against mine, back in the limo and then when we were walking dow the hall. I didn't think about it then but right now, it seemed like that's all I wanted, just the simple touch of his hand. It would probably be enough to warm me.

I shruged the thought away. "Get a hold of youre self, Tish" I told myself.

The pizza box from before , still untouched stood on the kitchen table. A box of pizza and me alone on a friday night. I didn't bother heating it up, hunger wasn't on my mind.

Once again I sat infront of the typewriter, and once again nothing came of it. Thoughts were dashing through my head so fast that I found it heard to tell the begining of one form the end of another. My mind kept telling me that what I did was right, they were all leaving in three days, no use in starting anything now, be realistic. Mean while a part of me dreaded leaving, wanted to be there with him.

I was late to work for the first time ever. I tried so hard to push David out of my mind, but I couldn't, no one could. Those deep brown eyes, that soft hair, that mouth that made youre heart skip a beat when he smiled.... "Tish!!" Kara yelled. She starteld me and I alsmost fell of my chair. She smiled at me "so tell me about him" what did she mean by that. "what?who?" I asked dumbly,"don't try that with me, I've been youre friend for 2 years, and I know that look, youre in love" she shuckled with delight. "am not!!" i shouted at her.

I stepped into my flat, and grabed on to the wall for suport. The whole place was filled with flowers. There must have been a flower of every kind. I walked over to the couch and floped on it, my mouth wide open. When I got a hold of myself I, began to search for a note, a card anything to tell me who it was from. Deep in my mind I hoped it was from Davy, I prayed it was. I didnt' find one, that is untill I gave up. I serched the whole place, nothing, than as I set back down on the couch desapointed in my faileure , there is was stuck on the inside of my front door. It was a green card on the inside it read "was it something that I said? was it something that I didn't? was it the way a held youre hand? please, luv, give me another chance" I squeeled with delight. It was sighned, David Jones. I pressed the card to my chest as i twerled around the room, forgeting everything that stoped me before. I didn't care, I couldn't control my emotions anymore. I smiled as i fliped ! over the card. THere was a phone number on the back.

I flew to the phone and dialed. Some one picked up. IT was the hotel manager. "hello, how may I help you??" "can you give me David Jones's room" I tried not to loose my cool on the phone, as I melted into a blob at the thought fo seing Davy again. "and youre name miss?" He asked , his voice had a tad of suspicion. "Tisha, Tisha Jones" I blurted out, amazed at the fact that I could actually remmeber my name at that point. "I'l put you right through" the man finished and the phone began to ring again. I grasped the phone with my other hand , afraid to let is slip away. The ringing stoped and some one picked up

I know I know you hate me but comeon, i need to keep my aduence in suspence besides, I need to get some sleep. ^_^ next part comming soon, I got an idea after some feed back that I should, make the rest of the parts avalable before hand. if anyone want's to second that notion just drop me and email at paperland2@yahoo.com