"Youlookgreat," he slurred. I thanked him with another hug and that's when I saw the boy out of the corner of my eye, drifting lazily behind Thomas. "This is my friend Jay." He grabbed my hand and put it in Jay's.

"Yeah, we've already met before," Jay said, shooting me a smile. And we had. About six months ago. I told him how cute he was and never got the chance to get his number before leaving and hadn't seen him until tonight.

"Yeah, I thought you looked familiar," I said, shaking his hand firmly. We danced together and soon they disappeared into the crowd. I wanted to follow them, to talk to Jay, to see if I was dreaming or if he really was as cute as I remembered. I have a boyfriend, echoed the familiar voice of conscience in my head. Don't do it. Forget about it.

So, I danced alone, with my friends. The night wore on and I made my way through the bar when that familiar hand slipped around my waist again. It was Thomas.

"Youlooksogood," he slurred. He had obviously had more to drink since I first saw him and he was holding onto me for balance. I thought I would take the chance.

"Are you and Jay seeing each other?" I asked.

"No! No, I'm totally single," he said enthusiastically, flashing me that toothy grin again and squeezing my shoulder.

"I was wondering because I think Jay is really cute and was wondering if I should say anything to him." I removed his hand.

"Oh!" Thomas exlaimed, "Right on! Go for it, he's a great guy."

"Cool," I said. "I mean, I talked to him six months ago, but it never went anywhere."

"Things with Jay never go anywhere. He's really shy," Thomas said between dunks of a Corona. "You're gonna have to push it if you want it to go anywhere."

"Thanks, Thomas." I walked back onto the dancefloor and rejoined the group. Jay was in his own clique dancing away. He looked great in his green Abercrombie shirt, tucked into khaki's, bottomed out with leather hushpuppies. He had sideburns too, which was a change since six months ago. God, I wanted to talk to him, but I hesitated each time. What if he avoided me six months ago for a reason? I decided to risk it.

"Hey, I never got your number the last time we talked," I said to him, coming up from behind. He turned and smiled with a how-you-doin.

"Yeah, I'll have to give it to you before I leave tonight," he replied. We danced together for a short time and eventually made our way out to the patio where we stood in 30-degree weather making small talk.

"I have to be honest," he said. He looked me straight in the eye. "I have a boyfriend. He moved to Austira for a year, though, so I'm not sure where things stand between us. I just wanted to be upfront about that." I chuckled.

"Well, since you're being honest," I said, smirking, "so do I."

"You're just as bad as I am." He laughed.

"Yeah, I figured, since you were being honest, I should be too." I crossed my arms. I told him about Kurt and our situation. We agreed to hang out sometime during the later and talk about our 'situations' further.

Before he left, I told him I'd call him. He responded with a "definitely" and took off without even a glance in my direction.

A million thoughts ran through my head. I wondered if I did the right thing. I wonder if this is considered cheating. I've never cheated on anyone before. I don't plan on doing it, either. We hadn't done anything wrong, so I decided I would wait it out and see where things go. The night ended on a good note as I said goodbye to my friends and went home alone. Why can't these things be easier? I asked myself.

Alana Davis' voice echoed a soft reply in my head: Don't ask for the world on a plate... cause you just might get it.

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