He heard them giggling. He had always been used to the giggling, but this time it was different. They weren’t giggling because they liked him. They were giggling because they were making fun of him. He was no longer “Taylor Hanson: Heartthrob”, he was just plain Taylor. And he wasn’t popular. The sound echoed through his head and cut into his heart. He walked outside quickly and got into his car. He was so confused. He had been everyone’s favorite. But now, Isaac and Zac were better liked than he was. He was a nobody. A has-been, that’s it. He pulled into the Hanson’s driveway. The door was locked, signifying no one else was home. Taylor unlocked the door and went upstairs. He lay on his bed, counting bumps on his ceiling. He tried not to cry. He was seventeen, much too old to cry.
“Taylor! Come downstairs, now!” Diana called up the stairs. She heard slow footsteps. She glared at Taylor as he approached.
“Taylor, this always being late for everything is trying my patience,” She lectured. Taylor didn’t even look at her. He sat down at the table. She sighed and sat down also. They said grace and began to eat. Everyone chatted about what they had done that day.
“Tay, what did you do today?” Zac asked.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing! Leave me alone!” Zac seemed surprised.
“Sorry, don’t have to snap,” He said, turning his attention elsewhere. Taylor could feel both of his parents’ glares on him. Everything he did, he got reprimanded for. Everything he did was wrong. He could feel tears coming up again.
“May I be excused?” He choked out.
“Yes, go to your room until your attitude has improved,” Walker shot back. Taylor ran from the dining room. He threw himself on his bed. He sobbed into his pillow.
“I can help you,” A commanding female voice said, coming from the middle of nowhere.
Taylor froze. What was this? Who was this? He was afraid to turn around.
“Don’t be afraid.” Now he was shaking. He turned over, his eyes opened wide. A girl dressed in a gauzy white dress seemed to hover in the corner of his room. She looked like the angels he saw on television. She had long, wavy, black hair, that cascaded to her trim waist. She had dark, almost pure black, eyes. Her skin was pale, and the deep red of her lips stood out. She was certainly the most beautiful creature Taylor had ever seen.
“Hello, Taylor,” She said in her strong, smoky voice.
“Hi,” He squeaked.
“There’s no need to be afraid, my dear.”
“Um, okay.”
“I want to help.”
“Okay.” She came closer to Taylor. He wasn’t sure if she was walking or floating. She leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. She was hot to the touch. It burned him slightly, but it felt so good. Like a bolt of electricity flowing through him.
“You want me, Taylor. Don’t you?” She said. Taylor nodded, eagerly. She wanted him, too. Somebody wanted him!
“Yes, I want you too,” She said, sitting beside him. She smiled; her white teeth were perfect. Was this some sort of angel? Taylor reached out to touch her. Heat surged through his fingertips. His heart beat out of control.
“What’s…” Taylor began.
“Charise is my name,” She interrupted. Taylor knew, somehow, she could read his thoughts. She stood up. No don’t go, Taylor thought. She pulled her thin dress off of her shoulders. It dropped down to her waist, exposing her perfect, smooth breasts. Taylor’s breath caught in his throat. Next she pushed it off her waist. She stood completely nude in front of him. Taylor knew he couldn’t speak now, even if he wanted to. She walked back over to Taylor. She straddled him, smiling down on him. Her body seemed to radiate. It was white, and perfect everywhere he could see. Her paleness was strangely erotic. He reached up to touch her. She was even hotter here then her hands and lips had been. He fingered her, she moaned. He ran his hands over her body. She responded to his fingers wandering across her delicate skin. She shivered slightly whenever he touched her in the right spot.
“I need you so badly, Taylor, right now,” Cherise moaned. When he entered her it burned so badly, but it was edging him on. She gasped and shivered underneath him. Her moans were loud, but Taylor didn’t worry about anyone hearing. He wasn’t even thinking about anyone else. Just Cherise and him. The things he was doing to an angel. They came together in perfect harmony. He collapsed into her arms. They took deep breaths, trying to regain composure.
“Taylor, come away with me…” Cherise said softly.
“Anywhere…” He was lost in her presence. She crawled off the bed and held her hand out for his. He took it and they walked out. They walked out into the street. Everything was different, there was no one out. Cherise stopped in the middle of the deserted street and turned to Taylor. She started to say something…
“Taylor, if you don’t get the hell up right now, you are grounded until you are thirty! At least that is what mom said!” Cherise’s voice faded into Zac’s. Taylor blinked a couple of times. He was in his bedroom.
“Hey, um, Zac?” He said. His younger brother turned around.
“Yeah, Tay?”
“Are we popular?”
“What kind of a question is that?”
“Do any girls like me?”
“Only about fifty thousand or something, why? Are you on something, Tay?”
“No. Thanks, I will be out in a minute.” Taylor looked out the window. He stood up and was about to turn around when he saw a dark-haired girl in white walking toward the sunrise.