Prologue
I woke up to a loud, sharp noise that sounded like a hard object hitting my window. Still in my sleepy state of mind, I planned on curling back in my large, black blanket and falling back to sleep. But there I was; awake, whether me being tired or not, there was no going to back to bed now. The disadvantages of being a light sleeper were demeaning.
The neon green glare from the alarm clock seemed to be brighter than usual, as my eyes struggled to adjust to it’s blinding light. It read 3:24 A.M. How great, a perfect start to a day of finals testing in high school, I thought.
Wiping my eyes with one free hand and propping myself up on the other, I sat on the side of the bed. The intentions of going back to sleep and escaping back into the glorious dream I was having still were prancing around in the back of my mind, but I knew my wishes weren’t about to come true today. Another loud crack against the window, followed by a voice yelling something that I couldn’t make out. What was outside? My curiosity was unstoppable.
As I opened the window, a fresh breeze of the cool night air whisked across my face. All I could hear were the leaves of the big oak tree rustling in the subtle wind and the faint sound of sirens, quickly flying by somewhere in the distance. There was nothing at all that I could see, except the plain, boring outstretch of brown houses that lined the streets of my typical suburb neighborhood.
“Audrina, wake up please!”
I felt the “butterflies” as I recognized the familiar and soothing voice of his: it was him.
“Shit! This is impossible; nothing like the movies.” I heard him say.
With a wide grin on my face, I cleared my throat, purposely louder than needed, just so he’d hear.
“Rina, is that you?” The perk of excitement rose in his tone.
His presence overwhelmed me, I was now in my happy place. Memories, so perfect, played over in my head, replaying so faintly in the back of my mind. The extremely early time and the upcoming tests didn’t matter now. He was here.
I laughed, “ What are you doing here? It’s three in the morning!” My eyes we’re still scanning every visible part of my yard, looking for him.
I heard a scrape a long the outside wall of the house below me. He grunted as he said, “Not important, Rina. I’m aware.” His voice became louder as he talked, “ but damn, climbing up the wall of your house was harder than I thought!”
As soon as I realized what he was doing, his hands emerged from below and grasped the edge part of the roof, about four feet in front of where I was at the window. As he moved one arm forward and continued with the other, his muscles became hard and looked as if they would completely rip the plaid shirt he was wearing.
“Oh my God, you’ve got to be kidding me.” I said with humor in my tone and a smile on my face.
He sighed and laughed, “C’mon, every boyfriend has got to be cliché sometime in his life, right? I know you are so inevitably in love with the idea of this.”
“Right, just not every girlfriend expects it.” I smiled, “I still love you more than anything, though.”
Finally, after only getting flashes of his black, spiked hair, his head and part of his torso came up from the darkness. his eyes twinkled as the shallow moonlight lied upon his beautiful face. I studied him, lost in thought, and unaware of how long. A playful smile lingered on his lips. He laughed under his breath as he lifted the final part of himself up, exposing all of his muscular frame, which never failed to amaze me.
I took a few steps back, preparing for him to push himself into my room. Yet he calmly lifted himself in, making something that would be so hard for others to do, completely easy and simple.
“Too bad, I love you more, though.” He said winking at me, “ Oh and I win. Don’t even try to fight back.”
He knew I would argue over whose love was stronger for one another despite anything he said, so he took advantage of the moment, locking his soft lips to mine. He pulled me closer, causing everything to escalate quickly, becoming more intense. His hands were now sliding up my body, caressing my shoulders and eventually stopping at the back of my head, pulling me further in. My hands rested upon his broad shoulders and began running down his arms, finally I settled with wrapping mine around his neck. Our kisses together were so passionate, no one else could ever compare. His body was beautiful. His smell, his taste, the way he held me, everything about him: perfect.
These moments never failed to make me light headed: both of us breathing hard, his tongue pressed against the inside of my mouth, kissing my neck, and biting my lip. By now I could feel his breath on my face, releasing all of the emotion of just 6 hours of separation. It felt amazing in his arms, standing there, in my bedroom.
I knew that this was heaven, that this was all I needed, and that I wanted it to never end. We we’re just two kids, young and in love.
