I Am Luck (ON HOLD)

Chapter Four

*~Chapter Four~*

The party continued, the music and bass pumping throughout the house. The alcohol taking a toll on many people-- leaving them passed out or slurring outrageously. But it doesn't matter, I'm starting to have fun! With Brett by my side throughout the whole time, it will stay this way.

We danced for a few more minutes until we ran out of breath and decided to go outside to cool down for a bit.

He opened the door for me, like the kind gentleman he is, that lead to Mike's backyard porch. I politely said a thank you and stepped through, feeling the slight chilliness of the night breeze. I walked towards the porch steps and sat onto the top one. Brett sat right next to me, looking up at the beautiful night sky.

The stars are shining, making the dark sky brighter-- the beautiful stars flickering on and off every so often. The sky was almost completely clear, which was out of the ordinary, but it was quite a sight to see. The moon was full and bright-- the Man on the Moon clearly visible.

Brett and I continued to gaze at the stars, not caring if people see and think of us as crazy. Our breathe visible, coming out as puffs of vapor. I watched it float up to the sky when I exhaled, calming my nerves a bit.

The sky was a wonderful sight-- so beautiful that I want to paint it. Paint the full moon's reflection agains the foggy clouds. Adding millions of tiny dots-- resembling the stars. Painting black strokes, filling the rest of the paper. Putting delicate grey swirls around the moon and stars-- adding texture to it. And lastly writing my name, Luck Owens, in curly cursive on the bottom right corner.

I can picture the gorgeous painting hanging on my wall. With all the rest of my masterpieces that are framed with a fancy frame.

I sighed with happiness, and glanced away from the sky and towards Brett. His eyes never left from the previous position. His deep dark brown eyes are sparkling by the reflection of the moon. His face was straight with no emotion. He seems to be deep in thought. I didn't want to question it but my words moved faster than my thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?"

I quickly closed my mouth- shocked of what I just ask. I didn't mean for it to slip out of my mouth...

He whipped his head over to face me.

"Oh nothing... Just stuff."

I nodded, understanding that he didn't want to talk about it. And I respect that. To be honest I didn't really want nor did I need to know.

We both kept our gaze forward, staring at the lightly lit backyard-- the light from inside seeping through the windows and pouring onto the dewy grass.

We stayed like this for a while. Every second seemed like a minute. Every minute felt like an hour. Until suddenly he spoken.

"I'm gonna go grab us a drink. Stay here."

He stood up from the steps and walked inside, sliding the door open. Which made the music loud for about a second until he closed the door, making it block out most of the sound.

He left me alone, which was pretty strange. I thought he would be by my side the whole time. But since he's part of the 'popular crew', I guess he has other friends and people to talk to.

I slump down on the step. Resting my elbows on my knees and my chin in the palm of my hands, making my head have some support.

I closed my eyes, the blasting music and bass giving me a headache. I rubbed my fingertips against my temples. When suddenly the door slides open.