The start
So, it all started one night, when I was sitting on my balcony, watching the stars. It'd been hours since I first went out there, onto my abnormally large balcony. That reminds me, "what time is it?" I thought. I didn't get up to check, I was too comfortable. Besides, the sky was far too pretty to miss even a second of it. I looked to my right and frowned slightly. "Sigh," I whispered to myself. I looked back up at the stars, thinking about him, picturing what the night would be like if he were here. The door to my room was cracked open, allowing the littlest bit of light onto the balcony, along with the music that was playing off my TV. Then I heard my phone ringing. I sat to listen for a second to see if I was hearing things, but when I was sure, I got up, and ran to find it. It took me a minute, considering it was somewhere tangled in all 4 of my huge blankets. Unfortunately, I didn't get my phone in time, so I missed the call. I check to see if it was anyone I cared enough about to call back. And I'll be damned, the boy I love most. He called me, and I missed it. It was rare that he ever reached out first, and one of the few times he did, I missed it. I was very disappointed, but I was quick to call him back. he answered almost immediately.
"Hello?" I whispered.
"Hey." He said, sounding nonchalant as ever. He was never the type to act like he cared too much. Not around everyone else, at least.
"Sorry I missed your call, I couldn't find my phone." I smiled, though he had know way of knowing.
"Don't stress it, I figured as much anyway." He laughed at himself, and I rolled my eyes.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I accuse, giggling.
"Oh, nothing, nothing." He says sweetly.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. Anyway, why are you calling so late?" I asked, looking at the time. "its 12:34am."
"Wellll.." He hesitated. "I wanted to know if I could come over." I audibly laughed. Was he crazy? This late? I'd be dead if my parents found out. Hell, I'd probably be dead if anyone found out.
"Are you serious? My parents would kill me. Plus, what would we do?" I question. He was silent for a moment, and I could only imagine what he was thinking.
"I have a couple things in mind." I could practically hear the smile in his voice. We both chuckled. I rolled my eyes again.
"I mean, I guess they don't have to know. Just make sure to be quiet, and don't pull up close to the house." I said, smiling. see, my driveway (if you could even call it that) was huge. Only because I lived on a farm, of course. We weren't rich - far from it. Our house was worn down as all hell, and the only reason we got it was because some guy offered it to us for pretty cheap (compared to most homes nowadays, at least). After awhile, we understood why. There was a leak from the upstairs shower to the downstairs toilet. There were like 5 bathrooms, and not a single closet in sight. EVERYTHING was made of wood, and a lot of it was peeling/deteriorating or had some kind of (hopefully) harmless mold on it. The steps on the porch kept breaking, no matter how many times we fixed it, it was always "remember to watch your step." Sure, it was two stories, but the upstairs was literally just a bedroom and bathroom, both of which are unfortunately small. I had a queen sized bed, which is nice and all, but it took up the majority of my room. There was barely any room in my room. Besides, there were countless holes in the ceiling - supposedly. I only say that because wood attracts wasps, so I found a lot of those in my room, when I kept my window closed, as well as the door to the balcony (which was also wood, and is where the wasp problem stemmed from). I have a terrible fear of wasps - not that I've ever been stung. I'd prefer to keep it that way, though. Oh, and there's the mice, and the AC continuously breaking. Anyway:
"Okay, well, I'll be there soon. Wanna stay on call?"
I stayed silent for a moment. Not because I didn't care, but because I wanted to sound like I didn't care. "I don't know, I mean if you so desperately want to." I laughed. He laughed, and I smiled. I loved it when he laughed at my jokes. "What would we talk about though?"
He thought for a moment. "I don't know, what do you wanna talk about?"
I giggled. "I don't know, I don't really have much to say right now. I mean, I was just watching the stars and the moon and all that fun stuff. Wanna join?" I said. I could hear him snicker. He was quiet, and at that moment, I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. I've always wondered what goes on inside that strange brain of his.
"Yeah.. Yeah, I'd like that." He answered. I smiled the biggest smile I'd ever smiled. He'd LIKE that?! That was a "let's go!" In my mind.
When we agreed to stay on the phone, nothing special really happened. I mean, I sang a bit, and he complimented it, and I thanked him - but other than that, nothing was really said. Yet, even though neither of us said much, I still had a good time. I wasn't sure how he felt. I never was, despite the fact we'd been talking for almost two whole years, I still never knew exactly how he felt or what he was thinking. What was even crazier was that he always knew what I felt. I was such an obvious person, I guess. I always have been. It's hard to explain. My face has always showed exactly what I was thinking or feeling, and I still haven't figured out how to control it. I've also always been really bad at hiding what I'm feeling, through actions and such. I almost always tend to act on impulse or my feelings. and I've always hated lying. Probably because my parents would threaten me that, if I kept lying, I would get taken away and I would never see them again. I have big feelings, all the time, so I would always break down crying. I've always been the sensitive type. I'm not too sure why. I've always read too much into things. Like "Oh, his tone was off" this, and "What did he really mean when he said this" that. It's not been fun - practically 15 years of that can get pretty annoying.
Anyway, I'm getting off topic. Enough about me, back to the story.
He was only about 5 minutes away, and I was just sitting on the railing of my balcony (did I mention the door to the balcony was in my room?), kicking my legs. It didn't feel like long before he arrived, (probably because it wasn't). When I saw his car partially turn into the driveway, I smiled, and I wanted to jump down and run to say hi, but I knew I would get hurt. Obviously. I mean, it was a balcony, so it's place was on the second floor (duh). Instead, I snuck downstairs, and out front. As soon as I saw him, I bolted. I hadn't seen him in ages. So, I ran faster than I ever have in my life, even faster than I've ever run during soccer practice. I jumped and hugged him, and he almost fell over. It felt a little forward, considering how I felt, but I don't think he noticed (he probably did). We laughed.
