• The house was an old one, it was probably as old as mine, old and Victorian, built some time in the 1800s. In this way, mine and that house were similar but different in only one way. My house was inhabited by people, my family and me. This old house though, held nothing but dust and spider webs. Since I moved here three months ago, no one as lived there, no one has even gone close to it, besides me of course. From what my parents have told me from stories they have heard from their friends at work, no one has lived there for years now. I didn’t know what to make of it, I didn’t really care, I just wanted to stay away from it and its eeriness.
    I was nearing the house now and I was already preparing myself for the odd silence that would soon engulf me when ever I came around this place. It never came though, a new sound, virgin to my ears, crept around me. I stopped in my tracks, almost thinking that I was now hearing things. The sound was too vivid, there was absolutely no way I was imagining it, not this time.
    Voices, oddly strange voices I have never heard. Somehow though, through the tress and broken branches separating us, I could here their voices clearly, without even knowing what they were saying, I could tell through the crispness of their voice that sailed through the wind that they were no ordinary people.
    I tip-toed around the large tree in front of me and spied through the over hanging branches of the large oaks that surrounded me. I could see the enormous house and it’s green, vine, covered walls. Then I saw the moving truck. I didn’t see any movers though, but I really couldn’t see much. I only saw some men, I could barely make out their appearances, I could only see that they had a particularly muscular shape and were all handsomely tall. Too many bushes muffled my view. I was hesitating to venture any further. I did though, encouraged by my curiosity.
    The boy was like any other, and so strangely different. The little sun the broke through the trees that leaned over their driveway danced on the bare skin of his arms, revealing the valleys between his bone and his muscle. My mouth watered as my eyes slowly moved further down his body, even though I knew it went against all of what I taught myself not to do. I didn’t know him, but god, I knew I liked what I was looking at. He was tall and slender with the added bonus of having the gift of having absolute amazing muscles in all of the right places. His hair was some what short but just long enough to be elegantly and beautifully misplaced in such a manner upon his head that it almost looked like it was deliberate, but some how so accidentally and innocently positioned. His hair was a darker blonde-hazel nut mix and glowed in the uneven sunlight that speared through the tree tops.
    I watched him pick up a large stereo in one arm and grab a slightly smaller box in the other. I ignored the obvious problem with this picture and only focused on him and his body. I didn’t even stop for the slightest moment to take a minute and realize what he was doing. Suddenly his head turned towards me, his eyes set in my direction. I knew he couldn’t see me, could he? I was hidden behind various amounts of shrubs and trees. Then his eyes locked with mine and though as impossible as it seemed, I knew now, he could see me. He stopped walking and let the two items slide from his arms and onto the gravel driveway. As if I was watching in slow motion, I watched the gravel ripple away like a pebble in a lake as the large objects collided with the ground. Then, with his eyes still locked on mine, my heart slowly stopped beating and I slid down to my knees and rested my body of the trunk of the tree.
    I watched from my distance the next few happenings that fell into sequence in such I timely manner I knew not at the moment that they would be the actions that would change my life in a way I was not quite sure of. Another boy came up to him, perhaps his brother, and looked at him, questioning his anomalous look; the same one that stared at me.
    “Do you see something?” The other boy asked. I panicked, and clutched the tree tighter.
    “I thought I did, maybe it was nothing.” It was remarkable that this unknown stranger was already lying about the girl he has never met. I some how found it flattering. His voice was so soft too, not like I was expecting at all.
    I could tell from the other boy’s expression that he didn’t believe him. I didn’t blame him, the gorgeous boy’s gaze on mine was hard to look past. “Perhaps I should go have a look.” The other boy started off in my direction.
    I knew I was in trouble and already began to think of the explanation I would lie about instead of doing what I should have been doing; running, fast and as far as I could.
    “Wait,” The boy’s voice whispered, “I’ll go look.” Though I knew someone was still coming, I was a little more relieved to know it was not the other boy.
    There of course was no reason for me to be anywhere near relieved. There was still some unknown boy, that I have never seen or met coming out towards me. If anything, I should be more worried because this boy, whom I have never laid eyes on until exactly four minutes ago, was very… good looking, and I knew from past experiences, I would have some bit of difficulty speaking to him. I wasn’t exactly spying on them, my curiosity had just simply gotten the best of me once again, and it just so happened to be at the worst time imaginable.
    A few feet in front of me, leaves started to crunch under some heavy weight that I was not aware of. Still crunched down, hidden by thick brush that surrounded the tree, I peeked around it once again. They were all still there, doing what they were doing when I had first spotted them. Only one things was missing, the boy. I searched through the collage of other men, and boys a like, but he was not part of the mix. He was not in the dense woods in front of me either.
    Suddenly, the crunching I had heard moments before had rattled my ear drums once again. It was closer this time, too close. As they neared my bones locked into place. My nerves were on end. In my mind, the suspenseful music played like this was a movie; my life rolling past on a great wide screen in front of thousands of nameless faces. The leaves let out one more painful gasp as they became crushed under a mass much heavier than they. Then it was silent.
    It seemed at that very moment every bird in the forest went quiet. The wind stopped blowing. Time stood still. The only noise that echoed into the empty space was the unsteady beat of my heart clattering against the ribs in my chest and the almost identical sound, coming from an almost identical heart behind me.
    So slowly, I turned my head to face the beating heart that stood in back of me. He didn’t look at me, he instead just stared straight ahead of him, as if he was focusing very hard on one subject, though I saw nothing but tress. At this moment, I knew I had not much time to analysis his features that I had found myself almost drooling over minutes before.
    A sliver of sun reached out to him, enhancing every edge, every angle, every shadow that lay out across his face. I followed up from the most prominent boundaries of his chin to the soft lips that now curled up in a slight smile, as if he knew I was staring. Then to nose, perfectly angled in-between the cheek bones that his flawless skin gently stretched over. At first I though that I had merely fallen asleep and that was now lost in my wild imagination that took over my body when my eyes would shut. I was mistaken though.
    The boy’s eyes slowly rotated down to my level. Our eyes locked once more, but this time they merged together in a sweet blend. His eyes were a teal like color, mixed with a dark blue that was woven around the edges and smoldered into the lighter green the surrounded his pupil. I wanted to do something, say something, anything. He was just as silent as me, but this awkwardness need to stop now.
    Talk. Say something. Anything. Don’t make yourself look stupid. SPEAK! My self kept yelling at me from deep within my mind. My throat closed up, not an ounce of air escaped through my lips. I couldn’t speak, even if I wanted to. I searched through my mind to find something to say to him.
    Blank.
    Blank.
    Blank.
    I couldn’t make my mind concentrate on anything but his eyes that fused into mine. Then, as if he had been called, his eyes darted in another direction, away from mine. A felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of me. My breath came back to me in a quiet gasp that I prayed he couldn’t hear. Without a word, he took one, very short glance at me, letting his mouth bend into a fait, crooked smile. Then he was gone.
    I found my strength to pull myself up against the tree again, feeling the ridged bark against my stomach, and peered back at the house.
    He was already there, standing next to the other boy. He had already been standing, waiting. His expression was on readable.
    “Anything?” The boy asked, raising one eyebrow.
    “No, it must have just been an animal or something…” The other boy mumbled. Once again he was lying, about the girl he has never met, well not really.
    “Oh. Well come on, we still have so many things to move in.” He said, but it didn’t sound like he believed him. He followed the other boy’s gaze that I realized was again, position in my direction. I blushed, unconsciously, feeling his eyes on my face. They both turned around simultaneously and walked off back towards house that I use to be so fearful of.
    I got up slowly, feeling almost dizzy, or high, just from his gaze. I finished the what should have been a short walk to the lake. I felt light, and a slight bit of dance lifted my feet with every step I took. My stomach flooded with soft, attractive, butterflies and the nerves in my skin tickled with excitement.
    The trees stopped abruptly, and sun flooded the break ahead of me, I knew I had arrived. I breeze of relief blew through my hair. I laid down on the old dock and examined the peeling white paint that chipped away at the sides. Finally my mind was at peace. I brought out my notebook from my bag that rested against my side.
    My pen tapped anxiously against the lined paper while I waited for my mind to do its work and let the words began to flow out into my notebook. I waited. Nothing. I dropped my pen and rolled onto my back. It was useless trying to think about anything but the obvious overwhelming thoughts that were already controlling most of my mind.
    He was my thoughts. He was my sight. He was what I wish I could feel. He was what I wish I could smell. And by all means, I already found myself wanting to have a taste. I didn’t know him. I didn’t even know his name. His presence left such a feeling, it was hard to ignore that without words, he already left an impression on me. Before long I let my eyes seal themselves closed and my dreams took over and let my mind explore my imaginative world.
    Woods surrounded me. It was dark. The quiet crept up behind me, I turned around quickly, waiting to face the monster that stalked me, but I only saw blackness. I saw a dim light above me, and turned my head up towards it. A slim sliver of the moon cut out a crescent shaped hole in the dark sky. I was expecting to see a blanket of stars, but I only saw one. It hung beneath the moon, lonely, and without any other stars surrounding it. The next thing I realized was that neither the moon nor the star was white, like they should have been. They were blue.
    I watched from my position, standing on the cool earth that felt so real against my bare feet. Something wasn’t quite right. A blue moon and star, contrasted against the black sky; I’ve never seen anything like it before. Suddenly a women’s scream severed through the stillness. My legs kicked at the soft mud and carried me further and further from blue moon. I didn’t know where I was going, my feet led the way. The trees came alive and there arms reached for me, grabbing at my shirt and scratching up my arms. I screamed at them as tears began to roll down my face. Then my eyes opened.
    I sat some quickly as my breathing slowed from wild gasps to a quiet panting. It was nearly dusk, the sun was slowly moving further below the trees.
    “Shoot!” I growled, angry at myself for falling asleep. I gathered my things and franticly stuffed them in my bag. My walking soon became jogging. After that dream I just had, I wanted to spend as little time in the woods as possible. I didn’t care so much about my small flashlight problem, I knew the woods perfectly. For some reason though my senses were on end, like I was still in my dream.
    As the sun neared the horizen, the moon rose higher. I dared myself to look up at the moon that I knew was following me. I glanced up at the moon, worried that my dream would become my reality. Relief. The moon was only half ful, and thankfully, white. There were a few grey clouds in the sky, but not enough to cover up the blanket of stars I was dying to see.
    I swept past the old house, noticing that the lights were on and that they were no longer outside. I was much more calm now and was quite glad I was nearing home.
    My shoes muffled the sound of the crunching gravel underneath my feet. All of the lights were on in my house, my parents had already arrived home from work. I cursed under my breath, I was going to be in trouble for coming in so late. Though, I wasn’t sure what time it was I knew it was past the time I would have normally needed to be home, my parents were back, and that said it all right there.
    I stopped at the side door, fixing up my hair and brushing the leaves off of my jean shorts, erasing any evidence that I had really been sleeping all day and that I had just ran through the woods all the way here. Maybe going through the side door would better my chances of getting in unnoticed.
    The door, like the rest of the house was fairly old, and it screeched as I pulled it open. I cringed, hoping no one heard its terrible noise. I quickly made my way down the hallway, tiptoeing carefully, making sure every step was as quiet as the last.
    “Jayden? Is that you?” My mother’s voice called from the kitchen. “Could you come in here for a minute?”