As requested...
Here is anna_salem's "high school reunion" fic request. It's a shorty. No smut, sorry - I was gonna do it but I decided I liked it better this way.

Nothing dirty in here. Okay, I used the word "STD" once, but that's all.

PLEEEEEASE tell me what you think! I'm a comment whore!

"Hey there, Hoover!" cried a man's loud, blaring voice through a megaphone. "How's it feel to be back with the people who helped you sculpt who you are today?" Taylor rolled his eyes. These people had been of no help to him when he was a teen. Other than the guys on the basketball team and the occasional girl who'd been drawn to his talent more than Taylor himself, he resented most of the people at the reunion that night.

Especially Jessica DuBois. And yet she was the girl (woman, Taylor mentally corrected himself, woman) who was approaching him now.

"Taylor? Taylor Hicks?" she cried in the mid-realization manner he'd already heard at least 10 times that evening. He took a moment to sigh and compose himself before walking in her direction. Always a gentleman, he stuck out his guitar-callused hand to shake, but she extended hers palm-down, like she expected him to kiss it. He didn't oblige her - simply ignored the gesture and smiled a sickly-sweet smile at her.

"Jessica! It's been so long!" he replied. He had a strange inability to be impolite to anyone, even the people, like Jessica, whom he loathed with a passion. "What've you been up to?" He tried to listen to her answer, he really did, but as soon as the words "interior decorator" crossed her lips, he was a goner. His eyes slowly drifted into the space over her shoulder, de-focusing and zoning out. This could, quite possibly, be the most boring woman he had ever spoken to.

"What about you, Taylor?" she asked. The sound of his name snapped him out of his braindead stupor. She looked genuinely interested, and though he wanted nothing better than to step on her perfect toes, he knew that would be wrong.

"Oh, you know, same old, same old," he answered vaguely. "I've been working the bars with my band. The Taylor Hicks Band." He smiled sheepishly when her mouth formed an "O" in surprise.

Jessica reached over and adjusted one of the loose buttons on his jacket. "I remember, in high school, when you used to sit outside under the tree with that girl. Brooke, I think. And you'd play the guitar for hours. The both of you would sing these beautiful songs - just gorgeous. I always wished I could've been your girl, so I could've shared that with you." She leaned in closer. "You know, I don't like to blow my own horn, but I always thought I had great pipes back then." She laughed, a golden, wavy laugh that made Taylor's knees unexpectedly weak. "Of course, the tobacco habit has completely ruined anything I once had. Oh well. There's always the next life!"

Taylor ignored his sudden, unexplainable attraction to this shell of a human being, and decided to counter her with the memories he had been thinking about since she'd first approached him a few minutes earlier. "You know... I don't think you really wanted to be my 'girl.'" When she gave him a questioning look, he continued. "You made fun of me in high school. You and your group of girlfriends laughed at me and my gray hair. You spread rumors that me and Brooke had some kind of crazy STD. You 'accidentally' spilled your pink nail polish all over the guitar I saved up for six months to buy." He took a deep breath. "You made my life hell."

Jessica's face was frozen in an expression of disbelief. "But - but I thought you knew I was kidding! I was just, you know, flirting with you, playing hard-to-get. All the girls do that!" She laughed as though he was the stupidest person on Earth.

Taylor shrugged. "Not the kind I go out with," he said calmly. Then he turned and walked out of that reunion, hoping he would never have the bad sense to attend another.