Hypnotic Love

13 year old Rocky Scarlet had only one problem ever since Molly Moon, his best friend, came back from her family trip around the world a year and a half later, and that problem was how he couldn't express his emotions. The day he went to the airport to pick up Molly's family was the day he finally fell in love with her. Unknown to Rocky was that Molly fell in love with him that day, too. Not knowing how to deal with their feelings, the two teens attempted to hide them from each other until they found a way to say those three important words someone says when they're in love, "I love you."

Rocky

We're best friends, we're both 13, we're both hypnotists, and I'm in love with her. The first three things are what we have in common, but the last one is indecisive until I know for sure that she loves me back.

If anyone knew that I loved her, they might as well ask me, "Why don't you make your move already?" Looks like I have an easy shot, right? Wrong. Remember, we're best friends. It might be too sudden for her, and she doesn't even know I love her.

My question is: What if Molly doesn't love me? Hypnotize her? I've hypnotized her once when we were 10, but she's a better hypnotist than me. I mean, once you stare into her bog colored eyes, she'll hypnotize you without you even knowing it. Plus, she can, like all professional hypnotists (except me because I still need more training), use and hypnotize crystals to freeze time and travel through time. She can even read minds (from a lab experiment that affected her brain) and morph into other living things. All in all, there's no way I can hypnotize her to love me.

It's not like I can bring myself to hypnotize Molly to fall in love with me, it's just that I don't want her to love me if she's being forced to. How can one resist those sparkling green eyes and curly hair? Let's also not forget her "super powers". Basically, it might've taken a while before I can tell Molly that I love her.

Fortunately, one good idea came to me. It may be cheesy and a little girly, but nothing like a good poem could explain everything. For the title, I'll write "Molly".

Molly

His chocolate brown eyes, adventurous spirit, and heart-warming personality. Why resist his charm that will leave you melting? I've never even mentioned how his voice is smooth and relaxing, especially when he can only use voice-only hypnosis. To me, he's the total package.

I've dreamed about being in love, and eventually fell in love with the idea of being in love. The only thing standing between me and the idea was that I didn't know who I would fall in love with. This changed when I saw Rocky at the airport. Sure, we've video chatted and wrote to each other, but seeing him with open arms told me that he was the one. After that day, I would find myself dreaming about me and him. In my dreams, we would walk on beaches, have picnics, and even kiss. The dreams about kissing him were my favorite.

Something inside my heart told me that he will be mine. That we will walk on beaches, have picnics, and kiss. The question is: When? I could always travel to the future to find out, but I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. The thought of waiting for so long was killing me.

Why can't it just be young love? Young love sounds better than just waiting until we're adults. But what's the point? I only hear about young love in movies and books. If only my situation involved young love.

My prayers were answered today. I found a piece of paper with Rocky's handwriting in the bedroom we shared on Rocky's bed. On top were the words, "To: Molly, From: Rocky 'I finally found the courage to tell you how I felt ever since the day we saw each other at the airport'".

I found myself crying when I finished reading the poem entitled "Molly".

Rocky

Writing the poem was actually easy, knowing almost everything about her. After writing I decided to pick some flowers to go with it (again, cheesy and kind of girly). I was holding the flowers when I found Molly, finished reading my poem that was on my bed.

I thought that she must've been irritated that I wrote how much I was in love with her. She had tears in her eyes and was smiling. I asked her softly, "Do you like it?" Molly took the flowers out of my hand and set them on her bed. Then, she wrapped her hands around my neck.

"You wrote that for me?" she asked. I only nodded. She added, "I loved it! For a while, I thought I was the one in love." "I guess we're both crazy about each other," I chuckled. She laughed.

"Anyways," Molly continued, "I loved the poem you wrote, I love the flowers, and… I love you." She leaned in slowly and closed her eyes, and I did the same. This was the start for our romance, and I knew it because I felt a spark in my heart; I bet Molly felt it, too. Everything seemed to have led up to this moment: being best friends since the day we were born (literally, we were orphans until Molly found her birthparents, but I'm still an orphan), the day we each became the youngest hypnotists in history, until the day we saw each other again after one and a half years and fell in love. Our lips touched finally, and began the start of our first kiss.