Carolyn stood on the concrete front steps and watched as her father drove away, leaving her all alone with the old creaky house and the attractive lead singer of her favorite band. Anything could happen now as long as she let it happen. She always dreamed of what sex with him would be like but now that the opportunity had arose, she didn't think she actually wanted to go through with it; not tonight anyway.

She went back inside the house and skipped up the creaky staircase to get to her room where she had left Andy. Or so she thought she had left him there. When she walked into her room, she found it empty. Panic filled every inch of her. He had gotten away, hadn't he. Now everyone would know that he really wasn't dead and he would go back to living out his rock star life. She would go back to living her poor, pathetic life filled with loneliness.

She looked around the vacant room and almost missed a piece of white paper taped to the window. She walked over and peeled it off the window. There was a note written on it.

Carolyn,
Meet me in the cemetery. I know that's your favorite place to be and I have a surprise for you. I didn't want you to be somewhere you weren't comfortable and I know the cemetery makes you comfortable. And I also wouldn't mind seeing you dance now. *hint hint, wink wink*

Love,

Andy

She giggled at the last part and folded the note, sliding it into her back pocket. She quickly grabbed her ballet shoes before taking a quick glance out at the cemetery to see if she could see Andy from her window. She pouted when she didn't see him anywhere but ran down the stairs and out the door towards the cemetery anyway.

She looked around the eerie place and struggled to see through the light fog that had begun to fall over her. It seemed the cemetery always had fog surrounding it.

"Andy?" She called out but received a crow cawing as her only response.

A pair of strong hands grabbed her waist and pulled her back. She gasped and her eyes widened at the touch.

"Gotcha." The deep voice chuckled.

She whipped around to see Andy standing in front of her. "Shit, Andy. You scared me." She whined, smacking his chest playfully.

"So where's my surprise?" She continued.

Andy shook his head. "No, no. You're dancing for me first. You've made me wait weeks now to see you dance. You have to wait a few more minutes for your surprise."

Carolyn shot him a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me look as she groaned and sat down on the grass to lace up her shoes. Andy sat next to her and watched as she took the silken black strands in her small, pale hands and wrap the ribbons around her ankles.

After she had tied up the second shoe, she stood up and went up on her toes and back down to warm up her feet a bit. Her feet would cramp up if they weren't warmed up and it was quite an annoyance. A ballet dancer's feet are one of the most important parts of her body.

Andy watched her move around effortlessly. She looked so graceful with every movement and he wondered how she managed to stay up on her toes so long and keep her legs so straight.

Carolyn made it a point not to look at Andy when she was dancing. She knew he would take her out of her trance and she would mess up. When there was no music, she would play the song in her head so she could keep up with the tempo of how the dance should be. If she looked at Andy, the music would die and she wouldn't be able to continue.

When she finally looked at him, she shrugged and said "Well, that was it so far. Our teacher hasn't added on more yet."

Andy just sat there with his mouth hanging open. Everything about her took his breathe away. Her dancing, her beauty, her.

"I-- Wow." Was all he could manage to say.

"Oh stop it." She sat down next to him and changed back into her Vans. "I really wasn't that good."

"Stop trying to be modest." He said. "You were amazing."

Carolyn shrugged. "Can I have my surprise now?"

Andy smiled and stood up, motioning for her to do the same. He led her to the middle of the cemetery where there was a huge family plot with a brass fence surrounding the graves. He pushed open the gate and led her inside, sitting her down by the massive grave standing in the middle of the family plot.

From behind one of the smaller headstones, he revealed a guitar and Carolyn gasped, putting a hand against her mouth.

Andy noticed her slight gesture and looked confused. "Is everything okay?"

Carolyn nodded but then shook her head. "I don't know... I'm sorry, Andy. It's just that.... that guitar used to belong to my mother..."

"Oh... I'm sorry... I saw it in your room and I thought it was yours..." He looked down at the ground, shamed with himself.

"No, it's okay." She tried to assure him. "You didn't know... Go ahead. Play it." She forced a smile.

Andy smiled in return and looked down at the guitar to start playing the intro to the song.

Those times in life we learn to try, with one intention
Of learning how and when we'll die, but we can't listen
I wish to God I'd known that I, I didn't stand a chance
Of looking back and knowing why, a pain of circumstance

You're not alone
We'll brave this storm

So here's my song I wrote in time when it was needed
Through pain of heart or loss of mind, your burdens lifted
You aren't alone just know that I, can't save our hearts tonight

He strummed and sang the chorus three more times before finishing it off and looking up at her. This time, she was the one who had no words to speak.

"Did you like it?" Hope dripping off his tone of voice.

"What did you name the song?" She answered with another question.

Andy smiled and looked down at the ground. "Carolyn..."

"You named the song after me?" She said, her voice full of sincerity.

He looked back up at her and put the guitar down. He shifted his body closer to her and began to move his face in towards her. Finally, there was no one to interrupt them.

He heard her breath hitch in her throat again and it made him smile. "Nervous?" He asked seductively.

She hesitated. "No." She breathed.

He closed the gap between their lips. A jolt of energy coursed through his veins at the touch of her lips against his. The feeling of her body so close to him made him want her more. He wanted more of her. But he pulled away, and resisted his urge to just rip all of her clothes off.

"That was nice." She said. "I didn't want it to end."

"It doesn't have to." He said in return.

She knew what he meant but tonight wasn't going to be the night. She shook her head. "No, I... I can't. Not tonight anyway..."

Andy nodded, respecting her decision. "We have the next few days to ourselves," He pointed out. "There's always tomorrow." He said, hopeful.

Carolyn rolled her eyes at him. "Someone's horny." She giggled.

"Hey, I'm a guy." He said in defense. "What can I say?"

Carolyn just rolled her eyes at him again but didn't say anything. There was something stuck in the back of Andy's mind and he decided now was the time to confront her about it. "Why did you freak out when I pulled out the guitar? I mean, I know it was your mother's but... What happened to her?"

Carolyn looked up at him and sighed. "It's a long story... And... I don't know if I'm ready to talk about it."

Andy was getting more and more frustrated with each passing second. "It's okay. You can tell me." He assured her. "And we're here in the cemetery. You're safe in here. Please, Carolyn. I just want to know. Maybe I can help you."

Carolyn shifted her sitting position and looked down at the ground. "My mother..." She began. "My mother... was murdered."