"It's 7:00 AM, the sun is shining, and it's time for you to WAKE UP!!!!" blared Ryan's radio. Ryan immediatly woke up and turned off the alarm.

"School sucks, I hate mondays," he groaned. He lay in bed for a moment longer just wishing he could have dreamed longer. Reluctantly, he pulled himself out of bed and got dressed. Mornings were never Ryan's favorite time of day, and it showed as he grumbled his way through breakfast and then grumbled his way out the door. He nearly missed his bus to school, but thankfully the driver saw him coming and waited a bit longer. When Ryan arrived at school he was out of his zombie-like state and fully awake and alert. At times he wished he went to Newmarket High with the rest of the guys, but he was okay with Unionville. He had some pretty good friends there, and he kind of like being separate from the band sometimes.

Ryan walked into he Geography class and took his normal seat in the back row. He despised Geography and had every intention of using the wasted hour for writing a new song.

"Class, we will begin shortly. First, we will introduce our new student. Her name is Victoria Mansini. Please make her feel welcome," said the teacher. Ryan looked up from his lyrics to see who this girl was. His eyes met with her face, and his jaw dropped. He made some sound similar to a squeak, and fell right off his chair.

"Excuse me Ryan, is something wrong?" asked the teacher in a stern voice while the rest of the class proceeded to laugh.

"Uh, no sir. Sorry," he said as he sat back in his desk.

"Mmhmm. Well, since you're so eager to be out of your seat, you shall have the privilage of showing Victoria around campus. Now."

"Yes sir," he said as he stood up and headed for the door.

"You will have a 15 minute detention during your lunch today for disrupting the class," he called after him.

"Yes sir," Ryan answered. He went outside and waited by the door for Victoria to come out. He was still bewildered, it was impossible. Victoria was the girl in his dreams. Now that he could actually see her he realized that his dreams could never compare to the real thing.

"Hey, hellooo," said Victoria as she snapped her fingers in front of Ryan's face. "I've been trying to get your attention."

"Oh, sorry," he said. "I'm just a little out of it today. I'm Ryan Dennis."

"Victoria Mansini," she said as he took her hand and lightly kissed the back of it. "And aren't we quite the gentleman?"

"That's me I guess," he shrugged. "Well, now it's time for the ever so lovely tour of this wonderful institution that I personally like to call Hell." Victoria laughed.

"And funny too. You're just perfect now, aren't you?"

"Okay, enough about me. What about you Victoria?" he asked, eager to find out anything about her.

"Oh, well I probably should've told you this first, but I prefer Tori. Not that I don't like Victoria, but I kinda like Tori better."

"Okay, then Tori, anything spectacular about you?"

"Not very. I moved here from the States. My parents are from here, and they wanted to be somewhere near my grandparents. Lo and behold here I am."

"I'm sorry. It must be hard to move to a completely different country."

"I'm okay," she shrugged. "I like it here so far. Everyone I've met has been really nice."

"What kind of music are you into?" Ryan asked, changing the subject.

"Anything really. Limp Bizkit, silverchair, KoRn, Weird Al, among others," she listed. "Oh, some girl I met, my neighbor actually, she's taking me to a concert tomorrow night. . .something Joe. I think." Ryan's heart skipped a beat.

"Serial Joe?" he asked.

"Yeah, that's it. She said that they're really good. You know anything about them?"

"Um, yeah. A bit," he said as he scratched his head. "Actually, it's my band."

"No way, really?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm the lead singer and guitarist."

"Oh wow, how cool," she replied. "So you guys are pretty well known around town?"

"Morel like all over Canada really. We just came home a few weeks ago from doing a mini-tour. We've put out two cd's, one independent and the other off a record lable, and we have three music videos currently running on MuchMusic."

Tori had stopped dead in her tracks with her mouth gaping open. "Oh my god. You must think I'm some kind of moron," she said.

"No, of course not. I didn't exactly give you a hint or anything. Being from the States, I wouldn't really expect you to know anyways. We have yet to emerge there.

"Oh god, i can't help but feel so stupid or. . .man!"

"Hey don't beat yourself up over it. It's just a band I'm in. We're famous and stuff, but we're still normal."

"Heh, oh that's only half of it," she said with a slight laugh. "A few days ago I had this dream. . .I just realized that it was you in it. We were at the movies or soemthing."

"Holy crap. For the past few weeks I've been dreaming that the band was headlining Woodstock and you were in the front row," he confessed. "This is so. . ."

"Freaky," finished Tori. They both sat down on a bench outside the cafeteria. "You know, I've always believed in. .forces and spirits and that kind of thing. . . .do you think?"

"Are you serious? I don't know. . . but from the first time I saw you in my dream, I knew I had to find you. What about you?"

"Yeah. . .same thing." They held each other's gaze for a while, and then Ryan gently kissed her.