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We were about 10 inches apart. Not that I was counting or something…anyway, he was smiling at me but playfully this time. his teeth shined through. I felt like melting. I could actually feel blood running through my veins. Oh no. I blushed. Danny’s smile faded. “I thought your mom was picking you up” no eye contact. “well… she just called and told me she couldn’t” he didn’t say anything. So I decided to ask “ hey, uhmm… is it – “ he didn’t even let me finish. “I could come with you … if you want” now that surprised me.. I smiled. Gasp* take it back. Take it back. I bent my head and murmured “you don’t even know where I live” “actually. I do” I looked up. Disbelief all over my face. “it’s the one right in the middle of the field right?” he scratched his head. Darn cute… ookay. Awkward. “how’d you know?” “I- uh. Its the only vacant house left.” That makes sense I mean dude, it’s a house in the middle of a field. “right. Are you sure it’s okay? Its getting dark” “Its fine.” I tried flashing my teeth and see if it had the same effect as his. It didn’t. “Well. You better lead the way” …
“This sucks” Danny complained. I smiled. such proper language. Finally someone who could interpret mine. “What sucks?” it looks like he was dragging his feet past the rocky path. Kicking some once in a while. “walking.”Danny mumbled. I stopped. “You should’ve told me.” I protested with a very serious tone in my voice. I looked down and ran my hand through my hair. “you’re making me feel guilty” I whimpered. No, this isn’t right. Ugh. Why do men have to be such jerks? I lifted my head as far as it could and I swallowed my pride. He was frozen on the same spot he complained. Regret was showing. Was it really regret? Or was it something else? It was then I noticed there were no street lights. Just the crescent moon. The guy… the guy in front of me was shining… Danny looked like as if he had an aura of light. I gasped loud enough for him to hear. “I gotta go. Its getting too late” without waiting for my answer, he ran back… until I couldn’t see the trace of his light anymore. It was already so dark I could barely see anything… awesome. I’m lost. I grabbed my phone and called mom. “Gail?” “yeah. Hey mom… *sigh” I was trying so hard not to sound so depressed. “what are you doing outside honey? Come inside. I just made dinner” “what?” suddenly I heard something passing through the rows of wheat beside me. “Who’s there?”I managed to ask. my mom just disconnected our call. Great. The haunting sound was nearer. I was already having Goosebumps. Temperature dropped again. “Gail!” I screamed.. she covered my mouth “shh..”a group of birds flew out of one side of the field. I rubbed my eyes and it was just mom. I pushed her away “what the?” I’m hating her right now. “I’m so sorry honey” again with those pleading dog eyes. “how’d you- how’d you get here?” “I came from the house” she explained. “the house what’d you mean the house? Where?” mom took my hand and tried to pull me. I followed and she took me into the fields. We ran and ended up in front of this beautiful old house. There was a front porch a wind mill and absolutely everything unique farm houses have. There wasn’t much color, but like the school, it was pretty homey. I climbed the front porch steps and the wood just creaked, I wondered if one of those stairs could actually hold 3 people at the same time. I looked at the right and saw a chair. It wasn’t just any chair. I mean yeah its kind of old but it looks very comfortable and big enough to curl up in. I opened the screen door and went inside my new home…
Chapter two : DANNY
This day was very, very disappointing… for her. I’m 15 years old. I should already be giving “Romance” a chance. And today was the perfect opportunity to. See there’s this new girl at school whom was very eager to get to know me. Her name’s “Abigail”. “Gail” for short, she protested in front of the whole class. I’m all over this girl. She’s about my height. Tall but isn’t very tough as she seems. She’s outgoing, attractive and very moody. Just this night I heard her talking to her mom, her mom wouldn’t be able to pick her up. So I volunteered to take her home. She wondered how I was able to know where her house was, I told her that it wasn’t hard to know about. That it was the only house still available in this fragile town. We were on our way and thanks to my shyness I wasn’t even able to say anything to her. We passed through the lit part of town and into the wheat fields and the only thing I managed to tell her was that it sucked walking. Clearly she didn’t get my point. She frowned at me and I absorbed the type of energy she was feeling – Regret. She looked down and then came the guilt. I didn’t mean to make her mad… making her mad would probably be the last thing I’d be wanting to do in this boring life. She looked up and saw me. The other side of me. I looked at her and I saw the other side of the “ I got this” side of her. I was awestruck. Curiosity were in her eyes and they twinkled. A sign of light weren’t good news for me. Especially when that same light came from me. I couldn’t stay any longer. I ran without even saying goodbye. I went away without even kissing her on the cheek and letting her know that I felt like the luckiest guy in this world that I got to meet her. Well at least not by the way she introduced herself to stupid old ignorant Brett. Gail’s got every inch of life inside her. I’d do anything to be a part of her oh so… how do I describe this?... “ Beautiful” life. “misunderstanding” is all there is in mine. No one would take me seriously once they find out what I am. I’m a… loser. Yeah that’s what I am. I want to know what Gail thinks of me and what just happened this night might take away my opportunity to. See, I may be a hopeless unlighted candle outside but inside I’m actually a burning bush. It’s exactly 2 a.m. I’m inside my room doing nothing again, nobody in this deserted house cared about me. I took off my clothes till I was only wearing my boxers, opened the only window and finally decided to watch her sleep.
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Gail was curled up in a comfy looking chair by the house’s front porch. She was looking so cold. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and get the chance to look at her up close. I did want to approach her but not in this form. I landed on the back of the windmill and went barefoot from there to the backyard. I was careful not to walk into the rows of wheat and to touch the walls made of wood. Damn why do all of the houses in this town have to be made of wood? I sneaked pass every corner of the house until I reached the closest to where Gail was sleeping. I peeked to see her and she wasn’t sleeping. She was wide awake. Her arms hugged her knees and she was looking up the sky. Her expression was blank but very irresistible. She looked like a lost puppy unaware of which this shelter belonged to. Her eyes twinkled brighter than the stars and I immediately looked at myself to make sure the light wasn’t coming from me. I looked back at her and she was crying. Head buried into her hands. I was happy to have her here and she wasn’t an inch happy to be here. Oh who am I kidding? Gail has a life. And me
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