Talking to the Stars (Completed)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10-June 2010

Tap! Tap!

What was that? The sound was coming from outside.

Tap! Tap!

I sprung out of bed and rushed to the window. A few feet below, tangled in Mother’s roses, stood Chase, holding up a handful of pebbles. Opening the window, I whispered,

“What are you doing here?”

“Take a guess, Jewel. Would I be here to see you by any chance?” he said teasingly.

I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, but why tonight? I swear, if Father sees you, or Mother ever hears that you touched her roses…”

“Don’t worry. Besides, it’s a special day today!”

I grinned.

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did. Now come on. I’ve got everything planned out.”

“What do you mean, ‘Come on’? I can’t leave the house without someone noticing. Do you really think they won’t hear the door open?” I asked.

“That’s why I’m here. So I can catch you,” he replied.

My eyes widened.

“No way! I am not jumping. ”

“Come on Jewel! We’ll never get to do all those fun things otherwise.”

I hesitated. My room was on the third floor after all.

“Oh fine, but I swear if I fall you are in so much trouble…” I replied. He grinned in response.

Nearing the edge, I grabbed the wall to step on the windowsill. My eyes lingered downwards. I shivered, but not because of the cold. It was a long way down. What the heck, I thought, leaping. It felt like flying. I smiled a true, wide smile and looked at the sky. I’d never seen a night as clear as this one. It must be a good omen. How wrong I was.

The air whipped my through my hair and a landed with a soft thump into Chase’s warm arms.

 “Hello beautiful,” he said. “I’ve missed you.”

“We saw each other yesterday.”

“I still missed you,” he said.

“I missed you too,” I replied. The funniest part was that it was true. I looked at him. His usually messy brown hair had been combed neatly and he was wearing a suit.

“What’s with the fancy clothes?” I asked.

“We’re going dancing!”

“No way!” I said, beaming. This was a dream come true. I felt like I was in a fairy tale, where the prince takes you to the ball on his white horse to save you from the evil king and queen inside.

“But… What am I going to wear?” I asked, glancing at my skimpy pyjamas.

“That’s all settled,” Chase replied. He pulled something out of his bag. I couldn’t see much under the pallid moonlight, but it looked like a very expensive dress, midnight blue and probably satin. A pair of glossy black heals followed shortly after.

“You shouldn’t have,” I said.

“But I did,” he grinned.

“No, but really Chase, this is worth a fortune; you probably saved up all year for this and—“