It was cold, terribly cold. The snow was falling hard now and the ice that glazed the sidewalks was no help. I was supposed to be in Seattle in thirty minutes. He was waiting for me there. I put the duffle bag on my other shoulder and crossed my arms over my chest.

I couldn't believe I was even doing this, it was stupid, idiotic, and unlike me. When passerbys were sharing the same sidewalk with me I focused on not slipping and falling on the ice. The good news was there were hardly any passerbys in this weather. After about ten more minutes I had to stop. I passed a little gas station and went inside the store. I headed for the bathrooms and quickly found them.

I entered into the handi-capped stall and did everything I could do to get warm. I fished around in my bag for my wool socks and winter coat. I found both and hurriedly put them on. After I went to the bathroom I went over to the sink.

The water that trickled in from the faucet was cold, great. I washed my hands then splashed the water on my face. When I was through I exited the store and braced myself for another twenty minutes of walking.

I reached the hotel quickly after that. I was warmer and more determined to get there, which sped me up. "Conner Dano." I told the receptionist.

"Hold on one moment dear," She had replied. She picked up the phone and called Conner's room. I only heard a few of her narotic ramblings. "Yes, Yes, okay. Alright. I will tell her," When she hung up she told me his room number and I gladly thanked her.

I ran to the elevator and I noticed a few poeple staring. I couldn't blame them. I was wearing five layers of clothing, and my hair was all knotted and tangled. When I reached room 154 I knocked.

Conner answered the door smiling. "Glad you made it." He said and closed the door after me.

"Conner I'm only doing this for the money. You know that." I said. Conner thought of what I was doing in all the wrong reasons. He just thought of me as a teen rebellion who ran away. My story w=ran way deeper than that. I was going home after a couple of months to retrieve all my belongings and to tell my parents what was happening. Conner knew that, but still didn't believe me.

"I know, but I like to think of this my way. Be ready in five?" He asked as I sat my yellow duffle bag on a chair.

"I don't know if I'm ready," I said and I could feel the tears welling to my eyes. I hardly ever cry, but I couldn't help it this time. How do you give everything up? How do you give up your life and your virginity?

"Look you knwo what's going to happen. You're not giving away your virginity exactly." Conner told me. I could hardly hear the words with my heart beating so loud.

"I'm not going to do it your way. my way." I demanded. My face was turning red and I hoped sticking up for myself would help.

"Depends what your way is." Conner shot back and it stunned me, but I still stood strong.

"Just be ready in five," I snapped. I walked into the bathroom and changed into the nightgown Conner had told me to wear. It was short it went to my waist, and it was black. There were spahgetti straps and lace at the top, very showy. I hated it. When i came out and Conner was already in his version of 'pajamas' that's when I got sick. I ran back into the bathroom and pucked.

I could hardly believe what I had just done. Why was I puking? Was I that nervous? I tried to stop, but I couldn't. Obviously I wasn't supposed to do this.

"Conner?" I poked my head through the bathroom door.

"What?" Conner asked coming to me looking worried. I had to tell him the truth.

"I am nervous as heck. Will youu agree do do it my way?" I tried to compromise with him. Luck was on my side tonight.

"Tonight and tonight only." Conner agreed. He looked mad but I didn't give a crap. He agreed to it so I had won. I washed out my mouth and then went to the main room. There Conner was int he large bed.

I got on the other side and said,"This is all we do."

"If you want to get paid then no we do more." conner fought back once again. I sighed. I leaned over and kissed him. He kissed me back. Before I knew it we were making out. It wasn't that bad. Whenever Conner got too close though we had to stop and I pushed him away. After awhile I told him it was time to stop.

"Not to be harsh, but you kiss terribly when your nervous." Conner pointed out. I smacked him.

"So do you." I replied. Conner kissed me then. Something about what he had just did mad eme feel whole. It was magical. I couldn't believe what I was about to say or even start to do, but I knew it.

I loved Conner Dano right then and there in the hotel room, in Seattle 3,000 miles away from my home. I loved Conner Dano.