Michael rested in his bedroom, having a movie night to his own. Lights off, and being perfectly tucked into his bed. He could barely keep his eyes on the television, though, all he could look at was the window on the side of his bed.
On the other end of the window was another house, but Michael wasn't paying attention to that. He focused on the lights that seemed to brighten a whole room, maybe even the house. Beyond those lamps, Michael could see a girl. Even though he couldn't tell the exact details of her, it didn't stop her from being beautiful.
He watched her; her movements made him smile. She danced in her room, swinging her arms, jumping around in excitement.
He thought that was beautiful too; she looked like an angel in disguise. Michael couldn't begin to explain how much he wanted to see the cute girl up close.
This beauty wasn't about appearance. It was about actions. Michael didn't even have to speak to her to know he already liked the girl.
Michael had to see her up close as soon as possible.
He climbed out of bed, rushed to his closet to grab a pair of skinny jeans, which he soon slid on his lean legs, feeling rushed to see her. He finally put on a pair of socks, then his black boots before rushing out of his room. The teen headed down the stairs, his feet making the loudest sounds as his feet slammed down the wooden stairs. It was practically the first time he wasn't scared to fall. Once he was down on the first floor, Michael rushed to the back of the house, and into his backyard.
That's all he could do without overthinking. If he planned out how he was going to meet the angel, she would have disappeared by the time he came up with anything. He was full of some adrenaline that kept him excited and ready to see the beauty.
Once he was there, Michael stopped to stare at her window. She was still there, dancing and singing.
He had to catch her attention as soon as possible.
Michael took off one shoe, and then the other. He flailed as he began to take off his socks, leaving him barefoot with two socks in his hands, and his shoes scattered elsewhere.
The boy bent down to scoop rocks in his socks, then tying a knot in the end. It made him chuckle at how it was like a gross stress ball. Michael looked back up to the window. Thankfully, he thought, she was still there.
He couldn't see her as well from the ground to the second floor, but hopefully, she was still there. He stood for a moment to stare, then chucked the disgusting sock at her window. Once it successfully hit, his heart fell out of his chest.
Nothing happened, he waited for the beauty to rush down or even open the window to yell at him, but neither happened. Michael then repeated his actions before. He scooped rocks in his socks, tied a knot in it, and launched it straight at her window.
He waited.
Then almost immediately her music was turned down, the window opened, and she stuck her head out. He could tell she was looking for wherever the sound came from, so he waved at her.
"Hello, I'm Michael, and I want to take you out." He yelled with a cheeky smile oh so bright, catching her attention.
She giggled softly before yelling back, "But it's like," she looked at her watch, and then at him again, "Midnight."
"Yeah," he happily sighed. "But that's the perfect time for a date, you know?" he yelled.
"You're insane," she giggled as she responded to him. "I'll be down in a few minutes, stay right there."
So, Michael did. He patiently waited for the beauty for what felt like forever. He didn't mind, though, he would wait for years to see the stranger.
