After watching Top Gun and Dirty Dancing I decided I needed some fresh air. I stood up, stretched and walked to the balcony. The rain had stopped, but the wind whipped gently around my face. I leaned out over the rail, and watched the ocean crash into the sand. I must have stood there for about five minutes, until I heard a noise from behind me. I turned around. I head a faint click. I looked up at the sky, thinking it might have been a bird. I didn't see any but I whispered, "Damn birds. Scaring the hell outta me."

I leaned back over the rail, and toyed with my ring. 'Stress', I thought, 'is a killer'.

All of a sudden, darkness covered my eyes. 'What the hell,' I thought wildly. 'It a killer Lauren, hit him where the sun don't shine, and run.'

"Guess who?" the deep voice asked. 'I know that voice. I know it. Think Lauren, think. Why would a killer say guess who for? Maybe he's a psychotic killer.' My mind continued to fight until I turned around, and out of his grasp.

I about died when I saw who it was. Nick.

I looked at him closely, then pinched myself. "I'm dreaming, right? This is a dream. Note to self: Stop working so damn hard."

He laughed lightly and pulled me to him, and kissed my lips. "This is…a very good dream."

"Laur stop kidding around. This is not a dream. I am here, you're here, and I have one night to spend with you, before I have to haul my ass back on tour. I plan to make the best of it." He said, pulling me towards him again.

"Nick?" I asked him one last time, staring up into his eyes. I let out a small scream. "I can't believe you're back!" I leaned into him and kissed him. 'Only Nick kisses like that.'

"Hold on." He said, and lifted one finger. I stared after him curiously, wondering what he was doing. I heard the soft strains of music. 'What song is that?' I thought as Nick re entered the balcony. 'Whenever you call by Mariah Carey and Brian McKnight,' I thought, mentally snapping my fingers.

"Come here," he instructed and pulled me to him. I laid my head on his chest and danced with him, the moonlight shinning out from above.

We danced until the song was over. Then he pulled away and looked down at me. "Lauren, I want you to come back on tour."

"You know I can't Nick. I have to stay here. I can't just quit." I said. I knew this was going to end up in an all night war.

"Yeah you can! You know I have enough money to support you! I need you back on tour with me. It hurts so much." He replied.

"You don't think I know that? I hate being away from you for two weeks. It tears me apart inside."

He shook his head, obviously frustrated. "I'm not blaming you- "

"Blaming me?" I asked loudly. "Blaming me for what? That I don't want you to support me for the rest of my life? That I don't love you enough or something?"

"If you won't go back on tour with me, you don't love me!" he hollered.

"I don't love you?! Nick I've put up with this bull shit since we were sixteen years old. I put up with you cheating on me! Remember that, genius? We weren't together for two years, and you seemed to handle that just fine!" I screamed back.

"Yeah Laur. I handled that just fine," he yelled back sarcastically. "You know, if that didn't bother us before, why don't we just do it again now?"

"You wanna break up?! That's fine with me. You never do anything with me anyway. A few surprise visits off tour here and there, but you never took me out anywhere when we were on tour. Hell you didn't take me out when you WEREN'T on tour. I must just be with you so you can show me off occasionally. 'This is Lauren. I supposedly can't live without her, yet I never see her!" I mimicked back.

His eyes were dark blue. A menacing dark blue. He was breathing heavy, and his cheeks were flushed. "Get out of my house." He stated, his voice cold and unfamiliar.

I started back at him, shocked to my very core. My boyfriend, my best friend, was kicking me out of our house. My head was dizzy, and I was taking short shallow breaths.

"Fine. I never want to see you again!" I screamed back. I ran out of the house. I ran down the street, not knowing where I was going. But I knew I had to get away.