The Secret Language Of Windows

Chapter 1

Someone else is awake.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not being paranoid or whatever.

But someone else is awake.

I narrow my eyes at the offending square of light off in the distance, several hundred yards away; the little window is illuminated by golden light, a stark contrast to the darkness outside. Don't judge me; I'm not being protective over the fact that someone else is up at this hour. I'm just used to being the only one awake. The rest of my house is silent and dark; my parents are still asleep upstairs, and so are my siblings. Right now is when I can get some peace to myself and sit here quietly, just enjoying the sense of being, almost like I'm the only one in the world. It's like when you're home alone, sitting on the couch listening to music or taking selfies for Instagram; everything's nice and quiet. But then when everyone's home, and they come bustling through the door all in a rush, your peaceful calm is broken. You have to pause your music and hide that awkward picture you just took and help with the groceries, the little kids, whatever. I mean, seriously. I'm just sitting here in the window seat with my cup of coffee, gazing out at the inky blackish-blue sky, when suddenly, a light pops on out of no where and disrupts the darkness. Like, what the hell?! You'd think that big houses would be built far apart, but this particular section of my house and the one next door ended up being only a typical backyard's-width apart.

I take a sip of my coffee, still glaring at the light; who could it be? The estate behind ours was for sale the last time I passed by a few weeks ago; maybe it's been sold? I glance over at the oven, where the clock reads 6:57. For some reason, I find solace in sitting here in the kitchen in the early morning; not something most high school girls do, but it doesn't matter. No one will care. I suddenly realize how childish I'm acting right now, getting worked up over something as stupid and meaningless as this; I'm not usually so possessive, but right now, I'm acting like I own the world. Someone moves around far off in the window, a flickering movement. The faint silhouette shows the broad shoulders of a man; I can't tell if he's a teenager or an adult. I'm filled with a sudden impulse to give him the finger, but what if he somehow sees me and tells my parents? I'm not afraid of getting into trouble, but last time I was punished, I was deprived of my beloved phone for a month; having a huge house means lots of places for my parents to hide stuff. So I settle for sticking my tongue out at the neighboring window; very kiddish and immature, I know, but hey, we all have those moments.

I'm alerted by the sense that someone is watching me; squinting a bit, I make out the figure standing directly in the center of the window. Is he... looking at me? Ha. As if. I can barely see him as it is. But why would he just be standing there in front of the window for no apparent reason? Then, he does the most interesting thing...

He smirks.

A/N ~ So yeah. This is my first attempt at writing something on Wattpad. =) I realize that I kind of messed up the chapter organization with this, but I'm too lazy to fix it right now, sorry. -.-lll

1