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Chapter One- Fire and Ice

I opened my eyes. The sunlight was shining mercilessly into my room, lighting it in a bright, warm yellow glow.

'Stupid sun' I thought as I got up and shut the blinds, relieving my eyes from the harsh light. I didn't like the sun. I preferred the moon and stars. I was a creature of the night. Or at least I acted like one.

I pulled on a pair of grey shorts and a green tank. It was hot outside. Sadly so. The forecast caused for nice hot hot hot days this week, my torture. Heat was awful. I'd rather die in ice than fire.

I went downstairs and was bombarded by an over happy and underdressed Sister. She was two years younger than me And acted like she was the elder. She was wearing a skimpy bikini top and tiny jean shorts, revealing half her butt cheek.

"Nice to see your celebrating for the full moon tonight." I smirked as I grabbed a banana off the counter, peeling it happily as she stared at me In confusion.

"What are you rambling about, Deidre? Something about your weird obsession I assume?"

"You know, Kiy, assuming makes an ass out of you and me." She rolled her eyes and opened her cell phone, beginning to talk animatedly to one of her dense friends, no doubt.

I stared mournfully out the window, watching a couple jog by, their dog in tow. How I yearned for the coolness of night. No one was up at that time and you could do what you wanted without interuptions. And the sky!

You could barely look up during the day, the sun smothering the shining stars in brightness, extinguishing the beautiful, faraway flames. It hurt to peer into the blue nothingness. But at night…you could stare for hours and still be wanting more. The darkness went on forever.

I blinked as something hit my forehead. It was wet and cold and kind of slimy. I looked up. Carver Anthony, my neighbor and friend stood there, a sliced orange in his hand. I swiped at my head and flicked the pale orange pulp away from me.

"Ugh! Gross, Car! If I wanted you to spit pulp on my head, I would've asked!" he was holding his sides as he laughed, his deep throaty guffaws vibrating around the room.

"Y-Your..haha!..f- gasp..face!" I rolled my eyes and rubbed my palm against my head for good measure.

"So…I know you didn't just come here to assault my body with food. What do you want?" I asked, aggravated that he pulled me out of my dreamlike state. And also thankful. I was afraid that one of these days I was going to get stuck like that.

He threw away his orange peels and washed himself of the sticky juice. "Well. I was going to ask my good friend to come to the Night Music Festival with me…but she's being very ill. What should I do?" A teasing smirk was on his lips and I couldn't help but smile.

I loved going to the concerts they had at the town square. A whole bunch of bands and music groups would set up on the sidewalks and music floated in the air for miles. And everything is better under the protection of the stars.

"Here's my advise, ignore her bad mood and just take her. She's sure to say yes. And she'd probably want to know if anyone else was going to join you."

He nodded. "So I take that as a, 'Yes, Carver. Of course I'll go.' and we'll be meeting Snip and Cain at the bottle house." I nodded. Alisa Jacobs, aka Snip, and Cain Howe was the other part of our little 'group' . We hung out at the recycle building that recycled bottles. Hence the name: the bottle house.

"O.k. It's a date. What time? Six maybe?" He nodded.

"Yeah. See you then!" With that he walked out the front door. I rolled my eyes. He was getting too friendly walking in and out of my house like it was his own.

I turned around and was met with a glaring Kiy. She had her hands on her hips and a 'do you care to explain?" look on her face.

"Aren't you going swimming or something? Why don't you leave, already instead of looking at me like that?"

"Why did you just say you would go on a date with Carver?" her voice was huffy and high-pitched.

"It's a figure of speech, deary. I don't go on dates. And I'm not going with just him. And he knows it's not a date anyway even though I said it's a date. If you prefer that I do not say going on a date...how about, it's a time to hang out? It's Not a date." I muttered.

"Well, you need to tell him that. The look on his face when you said yes and said it's a date was priceless. He likes you, Deidre."

"Like a friend, Kiy just friends. I'm not going to 'take him away from you' as you so lovingly put it." she snorted. "Sure. Whatever."

I tried not to pull her fake blonde hair as she stormed past. A date! Honestly. Who does she think she is? Me on a date? Really. It was a laughing matter. Who would go on a date with me, of all people?

But…what if he really did think it was a date? But he knew that. I didn't even like him like that! But, he had been smiling at me in this strange way recently. Boys!

I shook my head and went to work, cleaning the house and doing laundry, thinking about tonight.

It was going to be a full moon. The festival was going to be lots of fun. Great music, friends, and food! What could be better?

I frowned as Kiy's words echoed in my mind. "He likes you Deidre!" No, he didn't. he wouldn't do that…would he? If he liked me…our whole friendship would be awkward.

I rubbed my head. Great! Now I'm confused!

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