The young Tallis of Jeremy's memories was soft and sweet, her porcelain skin free from tattoos and her piercings reserved for her ears. She was incredibly tipsy and couldn't keep her eyes off Jeremy. [i]He's so handsome.[/i] Just when she was about to pluck up the courage to kiss him, Taylor plopped down between them to ruin the moment. He always had a way of ruining the moment. He wrapped his overly tattooed arms around Jeremy and Tallis to pull them close, Taylor smelled strongly of alcohol and weed. "You two are my favorite people of all time, I swear to God!" He kissed them both on the cheeks. "We're fucking family and we always will be. The three fucking musketeers."

"You're drunk, Taylor!" Tallis said loud, pressing her head to his. These were her best friends and they would always be, but she would always hope that Jeremy would be more. Needed him to be more. As Taylor fell back into the sand, Tallis stole more glances at Jeremy. [i]God, I want him so badly.[/i] 

Today's Tallis was searching Jeremy's closet, trying to decide between a black or white button down. He always looked so good in black, but white just seemed to be more appropriate for a date. [i]White it is.[/i] On her way out she grabbed a pair of light gray dress pants. She was fairly certain that her mind was going to be on everything [i]but[/i] food tonight. "I promise it won't take me too long to get ready!" Tallis kissed him softly as she passed him on the way to the bathroom. 

She was going to blow his mind tonight. 

***

When Tallis exited Jeremy's bathroom, she looked like a whole different person. Her hair was perfectly curled and her makeup expertly applied. The black dress she wore hugged her curves while the blood red heels made her slender legs look miles long. She was breathtakingly beautiful tonight, mostly because she very rarely ever dressed up. Why should she? Criminals never went anywhere fancy. "Why are you looking at me like that? Is my eyeliner off?!"