More Than A Dream...

More Than A Dream... Chapter 3

More Than A Dream...

                            CHAPTER 3


                After successfully wandering around and over thinking things for the last hour, it's finally 1 o'clock. I'm heading back over to Norman's table, which I have managed to avoid for the last hour. I already feel like he thinks I'm a weird stalker that wants to marry him and have his children. I don't want him to catch me creeping around staring at him. Which I can't help but doing when he's near me. So I've avoided that area. Well, I can't avoid it any more. It's time. It's time to finally find out what the hell is going on here. I just have to hope that I'm able to handle whatever this is that's happening without completely embarrassingm yself. Which I'm not hopeful about. Oh well. No matter what, I get to have lunch with Norman Reedus! Which is beyond what I could've hoped for!

                I walk back over to the side of Norman's table. Luckily Sean sees me and calls me over. "Hey Erin! Come on back here. Norm's just finishing up with a couple more fans and then he'll be over. What's going on?" he asks.
                "Hey Sean, nothing really. I was just walking around, checking things out. How's it going?" I reply.
                "It's pretty good. NYC's always a fun time. Did you get to meet anyone else yet?" he asks.
                "No, I was going to wait until after lunch to really do anything else" I pause. "Honestly, I'm kind of confused by all of this. I don't really know what to think."
                He looks at me with a smirk on his face. "Well, honestly? Norman's never done anything like this before, so as much as I'd like to provide some insight, I really have no idea what's going on either."
                I contemplate his words. I guess that's a good thing that he's never done anything like this? After all, no matter how big of a celebrity crush I have on Norman, I don't want to be one of many. So that's pretty reassuring to hear. "Oh, that's ok. I guess we'll find out pretty soon, huh?" I smile at him.
                "Yep, I guess so." He answers.

                Just then, I feel eyes on my back. I turn my head around and Norman is standing right behind me. "Hi Erin, I'm glad you came back" he says, as he puts his arm around me for a quick half hug and then he kisses me on the cheek. Yes, that's right. Norman Reedus just kissed me on the cheek. He's going to need to not do things like that if he wants me to be able to function. I look down because I can feel the deep blush starting on my cheeks.

                "Hi. Did you think I wouldn't come?" I ask. He can't seriously think I wouldn't show up.
                "I wasn't really sure. I was hoping you would. You're kind of hard to read." He says.

                "Hey Norm, I'm going to head out for a little bit. Where should I meet you after lunch?" Sean asks Norman.
                "We'll be up in the room. Just give me a call and we'll come down and meet you." He answers.

                Wait, hold up. We're going to his room? I don't know how to feel about this. Part of me is excited and ready. But another part of me is kind of angry. Is he expecting me to just sleep with him? Is that what's going on here? Don't get me wrong, I've dreamed of this happening many times. But now that I'm in this
position, I'm not interested in sleeping with someone who I've just met, on his lunch break. He must notice the reservation on my face. I've  always had a hard time hiding my emotions from my face.

                "Ok will do. I'll see you guys in a little bit. Have fun!" Sean replies and strolls away.

                "Hey." Norman says to me. "I ordered room service. I figured we could just hang out and eat in my room. I would say we could go somewhere to grab something to eat, but it could get kind of crazy with fans and stuff. I figured we'd have more time if we had privacy. Is that ok? If you don't feel comfortable, we
can figure something else out."
                "Oh. Yeah, no, that's ok. Sounds good." I stuttered, relieved.
                "Great, ready to go?" he asks.
                "Yes, I'm ready." I take a deep breath and smile at him.