Midnight Sun Movie Contest! #MidnightSunMovie

That night.

Jogging at night was better than I thought.

My mother warned me not to do it. She didn't like the idea of her 17 year old daughter running around at night. So, I decided to sneak out when she was sleeping.

I knew I had to be careful. Jogging at night came with risks, but it was better than going during the day.

There was nobody around to look at my messy ponytail starting to fall apart and my baby hairs sticking to the sweat dripping down my forehead.

It was summer but the temperature was cooler at night. I tossed on a hoodie and shorts before I left.

I pulled onto the hood as I jogged to keep it from falling off my head. Even though there was no one around, I felt more relaxed knowing that my hood could hide it.

It: the reason I now jog at night.

My heavy pants filled my ears.

Joining a gym would've been more convenient but most of them aren't even open at 1:00am.

After running a decent distance, I sat down on the curb of a random street, propping my elbows onto my knees with my hands covering my face as I waited for lungs to catch up.

All of a sudden, a voice called out from behind me.

"Are you okay?"

I jump at the sound of the deep voice.

Fidgeting, I pulled down my hood before clearing my throat.

"Yeah... I wanted to sit down after my run."

The person sits next to me and I sneak a glance to look at his features.

He looks my age, most likely a senior in high school like me. I can't tell with the moon as my only source of light, but he looks familiar.

"I'm Miles. I like to run at night and wait for creepy stalkers to kill me."

I laugh at his pathetic hit at my nighttime activity. "I'm Sophie. I like flirting with strange girls at 1:00am with my lame comments."

"Ouch." He hisses, placing his hand over his heart.

We laugh in sync as the midnight breeze whistles through the air.

Subconsciously, I tilt my head up and close my eyes, enjoying the wind flow through my hair.

I forget about my hood and didn't notice that it slipped off until I hear Miles's voice.

"Wow, I was hoping you'd be ugly and sweaty, but you're breathtaking."

My throat hitches as I gather the courage to turn to face him.

The look on his face tells me he isn't lying.

It, the thing hidden under my hood: a large birthmark that covers a good portion of my forehead and continues under my hairline; the thing I've always been embarrassed of.

His comment instills something foreign, something no one has ever done, something I haven't felt for years: confidence.

"Thanks." I simply reply and smile.

Our conversation runs for hours. Our voices echo through the silent night as the shining moon glows above us.