Life at Lunar Lake

Chapter 3

I knocked on the door to Krista’s house. It was around 10 in the morning. I had woken up with no more dreams to report and walked down to Krista’s to see how she was doing. I was about to knock again when the door swung open. I was surprised at who I saw.

“Hello?” Conner said, running his fingers through his hair. “Oh, it’s you. Get lost.” He started to close the door but I stopped it with my foot, opening it again. He sighed and said, “What do you want?”

I took a pad of paper and a pen out and wrote “I would like to talk to Krista.” He grabbed the piece of paper and crumpled it up in his hands.

“Krista said she doesn’t want to talk to you. Buzz off.”

“What are you doing here, anyway?” I jotted down.

“Conner? Who’s that at the door?” A voice asked. Krista stepped out from behind him in a translucent white t-shirt which I could see her pink bra through and a pair of short shorts. “Oh, Mason. Why aren’t you off with Heather?” She said snidely.

“Krista, I’m sorry. What do you have against me and Heather?” I said through sign language.

Her face turned bright red. “Everything, Mason! First you totally forget about our plans together so you can be with her, and then I find you kissing her after one night? I’ve known you for years, Mason! Do you really think-”

“Do I really think what, Krista? So what if I kissed her? Do you have a problem with that?”

“Actually, I do! I do because… Mason, I like you.”

“Krista, I like you too. You’ve been my best friend for so long, how could I not like you?”

She shook her head, chuckling sadly. “You really don’t get it, do you? I love you. I have since we were younger.” Tears started to well up in her eyes. “And it hurt like hell to see you kiss her last night, to see you give her that locket… It just broke me to pieces.”

My expression softened. “I’m sorry, Krista, but…”

“You don’t even care, do you?” She shouted. “After all I’ve done for you? Get out, Mason. Get off my property. I’m sure Heather would be happy to be your interpreter now. It’s not like you need me, anyway.” She snapped, slamming the door in my face. Stunned, I knocked on the door some more, but she wouldn’t open it. Feeling upset, I walked away from the house. As I walked my sadness turned into rage and I decided to walk to Heather’s house. What is wrong with her? So what if I like someone else instead of her? That doesn’t mean she gets to shout at me and slam the door in my face! I just don’t like her the way she likes me. It’s as simple as that. And the sooner she realizes that, the better.

I walked down to the end of the road and found Heather’s house. I walked up and knocked on the door. No response. I kept knocking for a little while more and still got no response. Then I tried the knob, thinking it might be unlocked.

It was.

I walked into the small house, which, to my surprise, had only one room (except for the bathroom, of course.) There was only one bed, which was a twin, so I figured she lived alone. I heard the shower running and suspected she was in there, so I decided I’d wait for her to come out. Besides, it’s not like I could knock on the door and say “Hey, Heather, it’s Mason. Should I wait outside, or…? Do you have a towel?” Besides, she’d probably have a towel, so it’s not like I would see her naked. So I silently sat on the couch, listening to her sing. I had no idea that she had such a beautiful voice.

After a few minutes of sitting there, the water turned off and the singing stopped. The bathroom door opened and I was paralyzed with fear. I wanted to scream, but as you know, I couldn’t.