Riley
I sat at my window seat writing in my journal. It was late and I couldn't sleep. I liked staying up late and even though I had school the next day, I just couldn't go to sleep yet. So I stayed up and wrote down thoughts, and sometimes songs.
Lately my thoughts had been nothing but about Michael. I just couldn't seem to get that boy out of my mind. It scared me, I don't know why, but it did. I had never really felt like this towards anyone before and I just didn't know how to respond. I wasn't even sure if my feelings were real or not.
Suddenly I heard a tap on my window, I looked up but nothing was there. I went back to writing and then I heard it again. This time I sat up a little, but still nothing. I sat back down and it happened again. I got on my knees and looked out the window. I looked down and a smile came across my face. Michael Clifford was down there throwing rocks at my window. I rolled my eyes and opened the window.
"What the heck are you doing?" I said in a yelling whisper type of way.
"Came to see you, duh? So can I come up or what?"
"In my room? You're asking for death." I said.
He held up his hands. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Go to sleep."
"But I wanna hang out with you." He said in a pouty voice and he stuck his lower lip out.
I smiled and shook my head at him. "You're such a baby."
"And you're no fun." He said sharply.
"I am to. I'll show you just how much fun I am. I'll be down in a minute. Meet me at on the porch."
He smiled and walked to the front of the house. I closed the window and changed into jeans, but I just kept my hoodie on. I threw on some converse and quietly opened my door. I tiptoed down the stairs and opened the front door. I never realized how much that door creaked until that moment. I closed it as quietly as possible and locked it back with my key. I turned around and almost ran into Michael.
"Whoa okay, so why are you up right now?" I asked.
"I could ask you the same thing." He said smartly.
"Fair enough. What are we gonna do?"
"I don't know, we could go to the diner up the road and get food."
"Food sounds good." I said.
"Great, lets go."
We walked off the porch and got into his car that was parked on the curb. He cranked it up and drove off. I buckled up and looked out the window. I had no idea why I was doing this, I was usually not one to just run out in the middle of the night, but for some reason here I was. This boy had a weird affect on me and it was not a good thing.
We pulled into the parking lot of the diner. We both got out and walked in, getting a corner booth. There was maybe three other people here. A cop, a trucker and some old guy reading a paper. The waitress came over and took our order, then walked back to the counter.
"So, why did you wanna hang out at this hour of night?" I asked.
Michael shrugged. "I like to do things in the moment, you know. Like playing my guitar at 3 am, or taking the girl next door out for food at midnight, whatever I think sounds fun at the time."
I just giggled a little and shook my head. He was crazy, but he was the kind of crazy I liked. This couldn't be good...
The lady brought our food out and we ate it all. We left the diner and just drove some more, I thought Michael was going home, but I guess he had other ideas.
