Nassor trudged up the small stone path to bridgettes window and peered in. He wasnt stalking her, no, he wasnt like her ex girlfriend, he simply liked going through her window more than her front door.
Bridgette was sitting on her bed, one leg kicked over the edge and the other crossed on her bed. She was tinkering with something on her lap, a concentrated look on her face. Her eyebrows were scrunched down in thought, her lips pursed. Then she reeled her hand back and stucked her thumb, glaring at whatever it was.
"Damn thing." She muttered
"What are you doin? Poppin a pimple?"
Her head turned to her now open window, not all too surprised to see Nassor there. "I'm trying to fix my music box."
Nassor climbed into her window and fell to the floor with a thud. "Ouch."
"Shut up, Nass! My parents are home."
"Sorry." Nassor muttered. He looked at the small wooden box in her lap before flicking his eyes to hers. Her soft milky blue eyes were always looking at him, her sweet freckles face always admiring him. "C-can I see it?"
She handed it to him wordlessly. "I dont know whats wrong, like one day it works and the next it doesn't."
"Hm." was all Nassor said, turning the small device over in his hands. "Maybe it's-"
A short knock came from the door. "Casey, dear, are you getting ready to leave?" Lewis asked.
"Shit." she mumbled before jumping off her bed, bounding over to her closet.
"Dressed for what?" Nassor hissed.
"I think we're going out to dinner or something." she pushed Nassor twords the window before pulling over to her closet and taking out a long green dress. She peeled her shirt over her head. "Be right out, dad!" She hollered.
Nassor stood at the window still looking at her. He'd seen her change a few times before, but everytime he saw her he was still mesmerized. How could such beauty be so close to him? How could such beauty even exist?
"Out, Nassor!" she pushed him again, only in her skivies. "I wont be long tonight, promise!" she shut the window but failed to see her music box still in Nassors hands. Nassor looked down at the small device before figuring what he had to do.
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Luckily, the library was open and luckily for him, there was a large selection of books on gears and musical intruments, in witch both had chapters about music boxes. It took him a few hours and a few scrapes and pinches, but finally, he managed to get the gears to spin and play their perfect little melody again.
He walked to her house again and walked into her bedroom, through her window again.
"Oh Nassor, I was just about to call you." She smiled from her vanity, taking out her earrings. She still wore her long green dress, the back crossed and left her creamy skin on almost full display. Nassor loved when she dressed up.
"I have something for you." He murmured, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Ooh! Really?" She asked, bouncing over towards her bed, sitting next to Nassor.
He took the small box from his pocket and opened the lid, showing her how the ballerina spun and how its soft song played once more.
"It's so beautiful, Nassor!" She gushed, her hands folding underneath her chin.
"Not as much as you." He whispered, staring at her freckled face.
She turned to him and smirked. "You don't mean that."
"I do." he took her hand and continued to stare, just until Bridgette leaned in and kissed his lips. He pushed her lips with his, not exactly sure how to kiss. She tasted like the sweet cotten candy chapstick she always used and when he pulled away, his lips were shimmery with the stuff.
"I-I've been wanting to do that for a while." her face turned red.
"I've been wanting to feel that for a while." he smirked before grabbing her face and pulling her in for a second kiss.
