As the moon glows in the dark

Chapter 2

I woke up by this strange noise. Someone was throwing stones at my window. Who the hell comes at my house at 5 in the morning, on the first day of the vacation, just to throw stones at my window? I mean it can't be Peter of Sarah, not that they ever did something like this.

The tapping on the window didn't stop. I got out of bed, opened my window and I saw the last person I expected.

It was Sean.

"Sean, what are you doing??"

"Well, Katie - bee, I couldn't sleep."

"And that's the reason why you came to my house at 5 in the morning, throwing stones at my window?"

"Yup that's pretty much it. I just thought it has been way too long we sat under that apple tree together. Come on Katie, come with me."

"I'm still in my pyjamas, let me change first."

"Not necessary, I'm also still in my pyjamas."

And then I noticed, he was still wearing some blue striped shorts and his hair is was messy. Not ugly-messy but sexy-messy actually.

"You really can't wait until I changed?"

"Nope", he said with this teasing voice and the left corner of his mouth slowly went up.

"Ok, I'm coming down. I'll be there in a minute."

I sneaked downstairs , trying not to wake up my parents, and grabbed a jacket. He was leaning against his motorcycle.

"Finally, now we can leave."

"I'm not riding with you on that thing! You know I'm scared of motorcycles! "

"Oh, is our little Katie - bee scared of a little speed? Don't worry I'll drive slowly."

I hopped on his motor and he said I should hold on tight. I wrapped my arms around him and I felt his heartbeat, his six-pack and I couldn't believe that he was the little kid with the nerdy glasses a few years ago. I closed my eyes, not only because I was scared to death, also because I haven't felt this way before. It was just like I was floating, like nothing really mattered anymore. The wind was blazing trough my hair and I smelled his aftershave. And God, it smelled so good!

We stopped at the edge of the wood. We walked in silence. But out of a sudden he picked me up, just like I was a feather. He carried over the mud and he laid me down, right under the apple tree.