Shane

The house was quiet as my mom shut the door behind her pulling out of the driveway in her new car. My brothers were no where in sight because they had gone to their friend David's house. I would've went with them but strangly I did not feel the urge to go and bother them. This was the first time that I was going to be home alone in our new house. I was not too excited considering that it was my 16th birthday, but at least my brothers wouldn't be botherimg me. I knew that I wanted to take a walk, but I was too tired. I put on Leverage and tried to take a short hour nap. It wasn't working. I kept hearing noises outside like someone was walking around my house. I got up to look outside and to make sure the doors were locked, sure enough they were and to my relief no one was outside. I went back to laying on the couch and pretty soon I fell asleep.

       When I woke I went upstairs to my room to change and I practically fell back down. These steps are so much steeper than the ones at my old apartment and I still haven't gotten used to them. I got my soccer sweatshirt and my gray sweatpants,  and threw them on. I tend to dress comfortably when I walk to the creek, so I have an easier time drawing. My sketchbook was almost full of pictures. That is the one thing that I need for my birthday is a new sketchbook,  without one I would be lost.

        It was peaceful outside,  there was a small breeze, which made the trees blow around. As I walked to the creek I got the weirdest feeling that someone was watching me, and I was tempted to walk back to the house, but I kept going to on the creek. Something was pulling me toward it. I let the bad thoughts escape my mind as I neared the creek. Not where everyone goes, but to the part of the creek that I know of, and only I know. The sight gets even better each time I come down here, the flowers are scattered everywhere, and the water is crystal clear. I never go all the way to the back, because I never had to. There is so much inspiration back here that I will never run out of ideas. I sat on the soft grass and searched for any type of wildlife that I could find. I saw a deer and its baby amd started sketching before it was too late. When I finished, there was a crack behind me.

      " That is insanely good," I heard his voice behind me. When I say 'his', I am referring to the freakishly hot guy standing behind me. He has bright blue eyes,  long blonde hair, and is about three inches taller than I am. I felt like I wanted to scream, but something about him felt safe, this was keeping me standing in front of him. I almost studdered when I spoke.

        " Thank you, but have we met before?" I asked. I knew my voice cracked. He smiled which shows me that he must have heard it too. I kept thinking to myself saying that if we had met before, I would have remembered him.

         " No, I was just tired of doing nothing while someone I love was getting hurt." He smile was slowly fading. I couldn't think straight. I believe that true love exsists, but just looking at someone for the first time, seems kind of strange to be in love with them. There was no doubt that I could feel something but he couldn't possibly be talking about me. I wasn't pretty at all, my blonde hair came just below my shoulders, my eyes are dim, and I am not the sharpest thorn in the bush. To top it off I have a very short temper. Still I had to ask.

         " Who exactly is that?"

         " You." That was certainly not the answer that I was expecting,  but I think part of me knew that it was coming. Unfortunately before I could reply,  I heard a car pull into my driveway.  I knew that it was my mom coming home from the store.  I wanted desperately to talk to him more, but before I got a chance I could see him on the other side of the creek walking away. I couldn't find the guts to follow him, so I went back home.

          My mom was already unloading the bags from the car. They seemed heavy, so instead of just walking back inside, I decided to see if she needed help.