Date: Aug.3, 2009
Location: Atlantic City, U.S.A.
Current time: 11:16 pm Highway heading North of U.S.A. / 10:44 pm Highway, lining up for border into Canada
Last night, the dream I had was surreal. Heaven. Wkaing up, I was happy to remember it almost moment for moment.
Driving outside with my parents, we've decided to visit my grandparents. We parked the car and waited for them to come out. As I plugged my Mp3, I noticed a presence beside me. Not one of the ordinary, but one of... great importance? Not really... something... a presence recognizable yet unfarmiliar. I looked over to my right, took a peek and turned back.
Just then, it hit me. I looked over to double check. His eyes met mine. First a look of panic and then a smile. "No way... but are you... Jiro Wang?" I asked.
He smiled and nodded. Panic striken, I had to keep a memory of some sort. "Can I have your autograph?"
"Sure" he said. If I had more time, I would've gone for a photo or two. Maybe one with him. Unfortunately, I didn't have a camera with me.
I searched desperately for a paper or something. One that I knew I wouldn't trash by accident later on. I found my writing duotang, the one with all my unfinished fanfictions I'd been working on. I took out a story. "Life as it goes" dedicated to Arron Yan, Jiro was one of the characters. I took my pen out, flipped to one of the pages with his name on it and gave it to him, it was already filled of paragraphs of my work. I told him to write over it.
"Is it okay to fill up the page?" he asked. Of course I was happy, being able to converse with my idol like we've known each other for years rahter than seconds. "Yeah go ahead." He filled the whole page in huge chinese characters. When he finished, I got out of the car and hugged him. His embrace in return was hesitant at first and then scorching. Unfortunately he had to go. Satisfied with my autographed story, I got back in the car.
When we finally made our way out of the parking lot, I caught sight of something that made my heart leap. I didn't care that the car was in steady, not full, but steady motion. I yanked the door open and my parents slammed the brakes, we were barely out of the parking lot. I leapt forward and ran. "Aaron!" I called. He stared at me incredously, scared and panicked. "Oh my god! It's Arron Yan!" Automatically, my heart skipped several beats per minute. He was gonna run for it. But I was absolutely no crazy fan. Just one that loves him like HELL!
"I ... no ... I" he started.
I was in front of him now, his body was half turned, ready to run for it. "No.no.no. I ... just wanted an autograph." I protested. I pulled out my writing portfolio, the one with the paper that Jiro signed. I pulled ou another one, this one was also filled with writing of my story, and handed him my pen.
While he signed, I started talking. "You're wonderful, I love your voice and..." I realized he was taking his time with signing. I stood next to him and looked over his arm.
No, no he wasn't. He's reading it! I began jumping for the paper in which he held well above my head. "AHH! No! Don't read it!" He chuckled at my useless attempt and held the paper so that I was able to read it while he wrote. "Name?" he asked.
"Bonnie" I said. He finished writing and handed me the paper.
"I'm on the impression that if I asked, you would show me around?" My heart automatically launched into full blown anticipation.
"Yes of course... just let me... y'know... parents." I said motioning to the car. He smiled and nodded. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to my parents' car, waiting there. I yanked open the door. "Mommy, daddy, this is Aaron Yan from Fahrenheit. Can I show him around town?" THey agreed and me and Aaron had a whole day ahead of us.
I'd thought that it would've been me showing all 4 Fahrenheit members around but turns out that they already had plans. We went over to my place for dinner, (courtesy of my parents) and agreed that he would come over tomorrow as well for another day out.
After dinner, we talked.
"Y'know, you're different for a fan." he said, we turned the corner of the hall on the main floor and sat on the stairs.
"Different? That's good right?" I asked, unsure of myself. Of course I fel like Aaron's favourite fan right now. After all, any of his fans would trade to be me right now.
"Yes, good." He agreed. He stood up and brought me to an embrace. I hugged him possessively, very possessively.
"I love you Arron." I said. Everybody else was cleaning in the kitchen as we had our little moment. His hold on me was protective, his arms hugged me lightly as if he was holding a million dollar stainglass window.
"I'm sorry, I wish I could return those feelings. You're a wonderful girl B." I nodded, that was expected. He pulled away. and as if in slow motion, he cautiously placed his lips on mine. We matched, we reacted. It was the heaven that I've been dreaming about for years. The moment was almost perfect. Almost.
Foot steps came. I broke the kiss and led him to a more private area, though wide open at the right angle. He held my gaze in his. At that moment, there was no doubt, I loved him no because he was a great singer or celebrity. But because he's Aaron. The Aaron that I will love forever.
He once again kissed me passionately, holding me ever so gently. He broke the kiss only to tell me one thing. "Let me be your lover." That one line shocked me.
"Didn't you just say...-"
"I can't go out with you because you and me have different... but-"
"No! What the hell?! Hell no! What? You think you can just use me to make out with?! Aaron! That's so wrong! I can't believe you would-" he cut me off.
"No. Of course not, I'm sorry. It's just... I'm going back to Taiwan after a few weeks or so. You... I'm afraid.. you and I..."
"I love you Arron."
"I love you too."
He was about to pull in for a kiss when I stopped him. "They're gonna catch us."
"Of course." He agreed. We got in one final kiss before we went back to the living room. Not long after, Arron left back for the hotel.
The next day, Aaron dropped by to bring me to lunch. Or more, me bringing him to lunch. Coming a bit early, we hung out in my room with my cousin and Jiro. We were playing Super Smash Bros. Wii. He held his arms around me, playing around my waist. Every once in a while, he would peck my cheek as my cousin stared in jealousy. My parents never knew of course, that we were going out, like officially. Just before we left for lunch, they pulled me away to talk.
"You two aren't ... boyfriend and girlfrienda re you?" the continued before I was able to comprehend an answer, "He looks at you... really protectively. Aren't you too young?"
"Mom, dad, I love him."
Dream end.
Officially the best dream of my LIFE.
