I look up at the sky; from where I was sitting I could see the whole of the Seattle streets. I sighed as I checked my watch and glanced around. Nothing was different from any other night, nor was I expecting anything, so I don't know why I was being so impatient. I stayed in the same position for about an hour or so just watching the stars thinking about nothing and everything, but more often than not the one place my thoughts strayed to the most was to the girl that had taken up permanent accommodation in my head. I don't know when the mysterious girl had started plaguing my thoughts, but for some reason I didn't mind it, to be honest it was scarily natural for my thoughts to wonder about her; what had she been up to?, how was her day?, why didn't it bother me that I was concerning myself with these questions? As the questions danced around in my head with reckless abandon I imagined her smile, the way her pink lips looked when the corners of her mouth tugged up skywards in response to something that her best friend [who I would consider as one of my best friends as well] had done or said.

My thoughts then changed to her eyes and how they complimented her sweet smile as they sparkled with joy in response to whatever brought on the smile. My thought spectrum, off on a tangent coupled with my teenage hormones, then focused on her petite figure and how good it looked today covered in her black lace stockings, black ankle boots and purple sundress that was cinched in at the waist with a black belt. The whole outfit wasn't overly girly but still hugged all her curves perfectly. [a/n. pics on my profile] I shook my head to clear the distracting thoughts. When had I started seeing her in this way? I ask myself, pondering for a moment I come up with no answers. One thing I do know is that if I acted upon my feelings (whatever they are) it may be hazardous to our friendship.

I once again gaze up at the stars, this time with unsettling thoughts on my brain.

"Freddie dinners ready, come inside sweety" I hear my mum call out to me before my mind can over evaluate the situation I'm in anymore.

I get up from my place on the fire escape and head inside. Before I head into the kitchen I look towards my bedside table to the picture of her I kept there and sigh, thinking of the impossibility of her ever liking me back.


A/N: this is my first ever attempt at writing anything... let me know what you think...just be gentle please =]

also...props and metaphoric cookies to whoever guesses who Freddie is thinking about.