It's midnight, I'm listening to the screams of the coyotes. Then I hear a knock on the door, should I answer or get my mother. I made the choice to answer by myself, thinking to myself "a ten year old answering to a random knock at 12 in the night". As I reach the end of the stares, staring at the door. I slowly walk towards it when I hear another knock, I step closer and closer and slowly turn the door knob. I didn't see anyone until I looked down and saw a little boy about my age, he had scrapes over face and his clothes were torn, I thought he was dead but he was just unconscious. I dragged him in and put him on the sofa, I was freaking out, I had no idea what to do. He looked so sweet and harmless laying there, so I put a blanket over him and pulled out the recliner. I laid there for a while looking at him wondering what happened and how he got here in the middle of nowhere, but soon I fell asleep.
The next morning I awoke and forgot what happened but when I looked over I saw him and remembered everything, it was 10:00 am. My mother would be getting up in about ten minutes and I had to do all my morning chores. I went outside and fed the animals and let out the dogs and fed them. After about ten minutes of chores I came back inside and saw the blanket off of him, I think he was trying to get up, I heard him mumbling something but it was too quiet to where I couldn't hear him. Now it was 10:35, I heard foot steps going on up stairs, mother was up I was freaking out even though i had an excuse that was true. She came down stairs with her messy hair and robe on and her makeup was a little smudged. "Morning baby" she said to me, "morning". She didn't really notice the boy until she got her coffee and was fully awake.
She stared at the boy then at me. " who's this?" I stuttered a little telling her about it. She seemed calm about it, I was nervous to think of what would come next. We were startled by louder mumbling,,as we stared at him his eyes started to slowly open. He seemed terrified as he saw us and looked around the room, we told that it's ok and told him what happened. He doesn't remember anything besides a car. "My name is Ian". I told him my name also, " mine is Sara". He was even sweeter awake, I took him to the bathroom and patched him up, it was awkward silence for a while until mother came in and said lunch is ready. We both came down and had macaroni and cheese, my favorite. I decided to show him around the farm and the town, first we went to the cows and petted the dogs, he seemed to enjoy the animals and the fresh air. After a while of looking at the farm we went into town and shopped for a while, we got him some new clothes and shoes.
It started getting dark and we headed home and ate some dinner, soon after I gave him a pair of pajamas. I was beat but he seemed still kind of awake, so I made some popcorn and popped in a movie "The Great Gatsby" one of my favorite movies. We started dosing off towards the end, but five minutes later I heard a bang in the house, I was startled and sat up for a while and decided it was all in my head. But I sat up again and was thinking if it was really in my head. So I started walking around in the kitchen and turned back and noticed Ian wasn't there, I started getting a little worried. Maybe the same thing happened again, could he be hurt? I started walking up the stairs when I heard moaning, I rushed up the stairs when I saw Ian laying on the ground holding his right hip. I helped him up and he told me that he hit his hip on the corner really hard and fell on the way to the bathroom. He went to the bathroom and we headed down stairs and fell asleep after a couple of minutes.
I was dreaming of how we would look when we were older, and that very second I realized I had a crush on him. I woke up and my heart was racing and I felt the blushing of my cheeks burning a little, I realized it's not a big deal to have a crush but this was my first crush... I started falling asleep again...
