What Little Worlds

Thirteen

-Newest chapter! Written after the following chapter, but chronically earlier-

Her first heartbreak. At fifteen, it had felt like the world was tearing and pulling on her heart and if she added one more pull, she would quietly fall apart to dust.

She bit her lips, closed her eyes and leaned her head against the window to her left, feeling somewhat what like tragic hero in a movie, overcome with sorrow on a lumbering train.

That thought made her smile so she steeled herself and turned back to the page in front of her.

I had intended to come home tonight and read through my old notes. Since I wasn't going to see Adrien today I wanted to remind myself why I wanted to go see him next year in New York. Recently, I've been really worried that I would change my mind by next year. Fourteen feels like so long ago right now. So much can happen in a year.

I went to Maggie's after school yesterday, but was too distracted to stay for long. I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts and mope about not seeing Adrien this year.

I got home, finished my homework, had dinner with Dad, and went upstairs to read before bed. It was something like 10:00 pm when I heard something thud against my window.

My breath hitched and my gaze jolted up from the book.

Slowly, I sat up and walked to the wall next to my window, pressing myself against it so no one could see in. My heart was pounding so hard.

After almost a minute of standing there, I heard another thud against the window. No, not a thud, it was more like a crack. Like a piece of plastic hitting it or something?

Well, I quickly found out what it was.

I gathered my courage and poked just one eye and the top of my head into view of the window.

It was dark, so I couldn't see anything. But, then I heard a noise, a voice talking.

Whipped back around behind the wall and closed my eyes to listen better.

"Amelie!" the voice whispered.

I think my heart grew wings and flew. I knew that voice. A tiny part of me had been hoping that the thud could be him, but I the rest of me and squelched that foolishly hopeful part right down.

I turned and cracked the window to hear the voice better, just in case I was imagining it through wishful thinking.

"Amelie!"

"Oh my god, Adrien!" I tried to whisper shout. Dad didn't seem to be making any noises so I think I got away with it. "I'll come let you in!"

I ran downstairs as lightly and as fast as I could. My socks slid across the kitchen floor I was moving so quickly.

I threw open the door and ran straight into his arms.

"Careful," he said, "You'll crush the Oreos!"

I pulled back and finally noticed he was holding a box of Double Stuffed Oreos.

"Um, did you get hungry on your way here?" I asked.

He grinned, "No, but I needed something to throw at your window and these seemed poetic."

I just hugged him again, tighter this time. His arms circled around my back. I could feel where his hands rested through my PJ's and they still tingle when I think about it.