Amour

Regarder

Azariah remembered when she'd moved into to town.

There he was, a simple nine year old boy, living with his family in the small townhouses that neighbored the mansions. Azariah was a regular boy, but he was handsome. He had long eyelashes, striking blue eyes and dark brown hair that had yet to be cut, and a smooth, round face.

He ran outside one day, intending on having a nice bike ride, and went to go take a look at the mansions to see if there was anyone his age moving in. He'd heard the commotion at night while trying to sleep, and excitement filled his body at the thought of making a friend. The only companion he might have is his twin sister, Phoenix, who he didn't really like. Phoenix had bright blond hair and bright green eyes, which was coincidential considering they were twins. Azariah looked more like his father.

Azariah sped down the street, taking a sharp turn and slowing down to look at the glorious mansions. He breathed in the cool spring air, amd everything seemed to go by in slow motion as he watched the mansions glisten in every spot.

Then he looked forward.

A limo slowed down in front of a newly constructed mansion and a woman stepped out, with red hair, high heels and heavy makeup. A tall, strongly built man stepped out as well, in a suit with a droopy face.

And the stepped out of the limo.

A small girl, about his age, with tamed, neat red ringlets kept out of her face with two green bows. Her emerald green eyes shone in the summer sunlight, and she flounced around in a green lace dress.

She was the most magnificent and beautiful girl Azariah had ever seen.

He watched her as she flounced inside her mansion, and then biked back to his house.

A few weeks later she arrived at his door in a Girl Scout uniform. Azariah had answered the door, and they both stood there, staring at one another nervously, both trying to hide their feelings for one another.

"Um, would you like to buy some cookies?" Fiona asked.

They became inseparable after that.

They met in secret and played together all the time, games they made up inside their head. They laughed, had fun. Every day Fiona would prance over to Azariah's yard and play.

One special day, when they were eleven, Azariah was ready to tell Fiona how he felt about her. He combed his hair and took some chocolates from the cupboard, standing outside and waiting for her.

She didn't come that day.

She didn't come to his house the day after, either.

Little did Azariah know that Fiona's parents had found out and forbaid her past their yard.

They longed to see each other.

Azariah had watched Fiona ever since. Every time she went into the yard, he would watch her frolick. Sometimes for hours.

Fiona had let it go that she would never see him again. But she hadn't forgotten him.

On this particular day, Azariah, now fifteen, was woken up with a start.

"Get up! I have a performance in an hour!" Phoenix screamed in his face, and he quickly sat up, rubbing his eyes. Phoenix was standing by his bed, hands on hips, her silky blond hair pulled up into a tight ponytail. She wore a bright pink and purple leotard, and was glaring at him hard. He got out of bed, pushing his sister as he went by. "Augh!" Phoenix squeaked as she landed in the beanbag chair that sat by Azariah's desk.

He brushed his hair to one side, got dressed, brushed his teeth and ran out to the car. He was opening the door when bouncy red ringlets caught his eye.

Was it...?

No, it couldn't be.

Fiona.

He watched her as she rolled a suitcase packed full of things amd got into a limo. She cried as she hugged her parents, and stepped inside.

She was leaving.

Azariah couldn't let this happen. He loved her.

He got on his bike and followed the limo as it sped away.