Charlie needed a few minutes to accept the realization about his childhood.
Charlie bit his nails in confusion. "Wait a second. You're Casey Bright, the minister's daughter."
I nodded my head and let out a smile. "It's all coming back now. It's you. Charlie Carter. You're the boy I was practically in love with when I was eight."
"I can't believe this. I still remember you as that little brunette blue-eyed girl. And you're back now!" Charlie exclaimed.
We both just sat there and laughed, having fun like we used to at church. I had forgotten how happy he made me. The crazy part of it is that I'm experiencing it all over again, now. Besides the fact that he's sixteen and I'm fifteen, nothing has changed.
"I hate to stop the memories, but it's 12:30 in the morning. Mr. Zachary is probably worried about us."
"It's so peaceful out here; it's so easy to get caught up in time. Let's head back." I said
Charlie stuck out his hand and helped me up. As he helped me get back on the horse, I felt like that eight year old again. The miles back to the main house seemed to go by faster; I didn't want them to. I loved talking to Charlie. It was so easy. After traveling through the massive corn field, we finally reached the main house. Charlie and I placed the horses back in their stables; they were exhausted.
Walking in the front door, we realized that everyone had already fallen asleep.
"We should do this again sometime. I had fun." Charlie said
"I wish I could do this every night. It's incredible."I said
"We can. Just let me know."
We both walked up the stairs, for his room was right next to my room.
"Goodnight Charlie." I said as I turned the doornob to my room
"Sweet dreams!" he said
I turned around "Wait, I forgot to give you your jacket." I started to pull it off of me, but Charlie stopped me
"Keep it. It gets cold in the night. Don't worry about it."
"Thank you."
He smiled at me and we both went into our rooms. I let out a deep breath. How could I ever hate him?
