I spent Sunday doing homework and my YouTube show. I decided to let the subscribers in on my fascination with Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. No one else needed to know I was talking about a tree and apparently a Target bag. It sounded much more interesting to say I was out with a guy.

As soon as the episode was finished my phone started ringing. Lana was first in the line looking for some skin play by play. As if, I wouldn't tell her details if I actually did have any. But I'll be honest, it felt a bit exciting to have someone prodding me for juicy details. Even if they never happened.

I told Lana I was busy but could meet up with her later. Maybe by that time I could actually make up a few tidbits about my invisible boyfriend that didn't include branches for arms. Lol.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I felt like I had someone watching out for me. Or maybe watching me, but it's the same thing isn't it?

The day passed in record time. (Don't Sunday's always seem to do that?). By six pm I had 10 messages from Ahsley and 4 from Lana. These girls needed some gossip like Miley Cyrus needs rehab, bad! I also had a few missed texts from the girls in the band. Everyone was excited about the fact that I had a boyfriend!

I mass texted everyone that I could meet up at Pauloes Pizza at seven. It was a little longer of a walk for me, but it was closer to the high school and the seniors hung out there. I usually avoided it like the plague, but a big group of friends and me at the center of attention, it could only heighten my popularity!

Excitedly I waited for the dings of texts back while looking for clothes. I decided to go for black jeans, an off the shoulder black t-shirt and my retro Chuck Taylor's. I refreshed my already perfect makeup and added ringlets to my hair. At 6:45 I was ready to walk out of the house and should arrive just fashionably late enough to have missed small talk and be able to jump right in to my story in progress.

I had forgotten in all the hubbub of activity to actually figure out what I was going to say but I could work on that while I was walking. Besides, superstars needed to be able to think on the spot and this was good practice.

As I leave the house I look up and down the street for a glimpse of my inspirational tree. Just my luck the time I want it to appear it doesn't. Rounding the corner onto the next block I notice a broken batch of streetlights and a glittering of broken glass lining the sidewalk. Dumb kids.

I walk in the street to avoid most of the glass. Knowing that with my luck I'll trip and end up with more holes than a slice of Swiss cheese. I've never been praised with the word graceful. In fact my at three years old I killed my ballet dreams when I found out spinning causes dizziness and tutus were crunchy and itchy.

I'm making good timing walking fast while humming a 'Pierce the Bride' song when I see a looming shadow to my left. It's darker than a cave out here without the streetlights but I'm still positive I see and feel something big looming beside me. Being of sound and reasonable mind the first think I can think of is Chester. Because let's face it, what's scarier than announcing your dating someone mysterious and getting seen with the back alley collector who bathes in garbage and whose idea of a great time is rocking to his own tune while finding euphoria in waste management people throwing yesterday's meatloaf in a truck!!

I pick up the pace and start belting out the lyrics to that song in 'Grease' "you better shape up 'cuz I need a man, and my heart says that it's you."

I'm not sure why that popped out, sometimes show tunes just come in my head when I'm feeling stressed. But whatever the reason it works! The feeling passes and the shade shrinks. For some reason I find myself skipping along finishing the song at top octave until I can see the giant pizza sign lighting my way towards my adoring fans, er, friends.

Crossing the parking lot of the pizza place I get a creepy crawly feeling of excitement. Just at the edge of the lot I see my vision man. Standing straight and tall, arm branches waving, face just out of focus. He definitely wasn't a tree. He stood between a pick up and a white cargo van that could have said "free Candy" on the side. I tried to think about what his chest would look like of her were real. Would it be buff?  I'll admit he was skinnier than my average choice, and paler. And imaginary.  But my mind was pretty consistent with making him tree like.

I tried to switch my imagination to give him bigger muscles, but nothing. Just my luck I imagine a boyfriend and he's a mutant with too many arms and a body like a prepubescent girl. Ugh.

I decided to face this head on. I walked towards him with my head held high. "Listen toothpick, I'm not sure why I picked now to bring you around. I mean, my life is complicated enough you know?  But if your gonna stick around you've gotta do some body modification. Like seriously, get to a gym. Try facing the sun for once. The vampire look was so last year!  And for the love of all things boyfriend, tuck a few of those mutant arms away!"

He backed up just a step or two and started reaching out those long arms. I felt the breeze on my face, and a firm set of arms grab mine and another wrap around my waist. I felt myself being pulled toward him and dug in my heels.

"Listen, I'm not that kind of girl!  I don't even know you. I'm more of a slow trickle kind. But I can see I was wrong about the muscles, you've already been hitting the gym!!"

I moved in slow motion despite my heels leaving deep lines in the gravel. As I got closer I could smell a dead raccoon somewhere.  I hated roadkill, it freaked me out. All those squishy bits and bugs. I wriggled backwards at top speed and the pressure points of his arms squeezed tighter to the point of pain. "Sorry long-o, it smells way too bad out here. And I'm not into rough dating. If you want to get to know me, set it up right."

A station wagon turned into the lot at breakneck speed and out jumped a couple of teenage guys. They were pushing each other and laughing. One of them was Derek Stevens, last year he was captain of the football team and he still looked like he was working out daily. I once got eye strain from watching him three hours straight at a party.

"Hey Derek!!" I squealed like a teen fan seeing Kit Harrington.

He whipped his head my way and for just a moment I wished tall man was really there. How awesome would it be getting caught in the pizza lot making out with someone!   But of course, my imagination only works when it wants to and the arms holding on to me disappeared like smoke in the clouds.

Derek and his friend came closer, plastered smiles on their faces. "Hey, how's it going Lemon?"

"Great actually, good to see you again. We miss you around here! You in town long?" I was totally cool as a cucumber on the outside. This day was shaping up!

"Nah, I'm back to Bluxton tomorrow. Just came in today for my grandpa's 80th surprise party tonight. But I'll be back for spring break. Maybe I'll see you around then."

I walked through the door with them and stopped to stare at the back of his head as he headed to the register. Did he just ask me out?
It was open ended, but it definitely felt like he asked me out!

I put on my best Hollywood smile and scanned the room for my friends. Now this should liven up the girls! As I walk over to the table of staring, silent friends, for a minute I wonder if I'll see tall man anymore. I mean, now that Derek and I are practically going out I can't very well need octopus man.

I sit at the head of the table and rub my sore arms. Now I know what they mean when they say a guy is all hands! And I'm fairly confident I am totally ready to become a movie star. My imaginary boyfriend is so well imagined I'm sure I'll have bruises. Man, I'm gonna be so famous!!!