Just Maybe...

He's almost home! He's almost home! He's almost home!

Get to the window! Get to the window! Get to the window!

Now! Now! Now!

Faster!

Faster!

Faster!

These and many more were the thoughts gushing through my mind at this very moment.

Using everything I had in me, I skipped the staircase leading to my room. Flying two or three stairs in the process.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

The door. I can see the door come into view.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Shaky and sweaty hands gripped the door knob, but my hands slipped at the last second and before I knew what was going on, I collided with the hard wood door. Maybe gifting it a dent in the process.

A not so attractive curse left my mouth. God have mercy on me.

Not in the mood to give up, I tried again. Slower this time. At least, the slowest I could go, which let me be frank is very much not at all slow in any sense of the word; Slow.

The soft click of the door indicated the entryway pass the threshold was left bare to walk pass, and that I did.

By habit, I turned off my room light, crawled towards my bed (I know my lights are off, but you can never be too safe.) flicked my bed light on to the lowest setting so I could navigate my way around without falling on my butt like I did majority of the time-little side note: this is NOT my first rodeo.

By the time I reached my window I was panting like a dog that just ran a marathon and didn't make it to the finish line. But the endgame was worth it. It ALWAYS was, big time!

You want to know why?

Caleb.

Not just any Caleb, THE Caleb.

The love of my life Caleb, my one and only Caleb.

He and his family moved next door a month ago. At first I didn't notice, didn't know he existed. And at that moment didn't care to.

Until...

My mom baked chocolate cookies and asked me to give it to the new neighbors next door. Apparently, she had a 'nightshift' that day so she couldn't come with. I had told her we could go the next day, she refused. Why? She didn't want the cookies to go bad.

I knew something was up, because where on earth do cookies go bad if you leave it overnight?

But me being me, I didn't feel like arguing because I had a series marathon waiting for me to binge watch.

So I did what every other person would.

I carried the tray of cookies wrapped fancily and walked my amazing butt to the house next door. Showcasing my perfect smile and teeth I rang the doorbell and waited for the door to be opened.

No one answered.

Getting annoyed, I pushed, pushed, pushed and pushed the doorbell over, over, over and over again without a break until the door was opened.

An apology for the recipient was at the tip of my tongue, but as I looked up, I froze.

Literally. I'm not joking, I froze.

Gray.

Very captivating, hypnotizing, fascinating, enchanting, charming grey. With specs of gold dusted in it.