I kicked the soccer ball back to the boy I was currently crushing on. He was about sixteen, a little young for me and not yet handsome. Cute. He had a face that the girls my age would call adorable. His name was Layton.
“What kind of a kick was that?” he asked, laughing when he had to chase the ball across my yard.
I looked up to see Devyn, Dilyn, Para and Kale watching us from my living room window. Kale gave me a thumbs up.
“I’m not as strong as I used to be,” I said, returning my gaze to Layton after a moment. I stopped the ball with my shin.
“Because you’re not a vampire anymore blah blah blah,” Layton replied, smirking. I kicked it back to him.
“She was pretty powerful,” Maxx said as he walked down the front steps and stopped in the middle of us. “C’mon, dinner’s ready.”
“Who cooked tonight? I don’t think I could survive another one of Kale’s burrito bowls,” Layton told him, running ahead and catching the door on its way closed.
It was then that the oddest thing happened. You know when you get those cliché slow motion moments, when everything is crystal clear and perfect? That’s exactly how it went down when the bird I was watching flew into the sun; I got blinded for a moment, turned my head away, and met Maxx’s soft, steady gaze. He had an easy smile on his lips as I passed him and went up the stairs. The moment was gone just as suddenly as it had happened. I looked over my shoulder and was relieved that my friends in the window had disappeared to the kitchen. I stepped into my house and the door closed behind me.
Maxx remained outside, staring off down the road.