Getting out of bed. A simple task. Trying to do this while being half asleep and concentrating on being as quiet as possible? Not so easy anymore. But who could blame me? Moreover, who could catch me?
The frame screeched only a little as I slowly lifted my weight from the mattress at three in the morning. No stirring came from the other rooms. Only loud and obnoxious snores from my step father and sister. They weren't who I was worrying about, more likely my mother. She was a light sleeper no doubt. I carefully listened for her stirs for the walls were paper thin in this little house.
Not suited for a 16 year old girl trying to sneak out.
Hey, I wasn't going anywhere spectacular. Nowhere life changing at this hour. Merely my secret boyfriends house. Why so early- or for you late night bloggers, why so late, you may be wondering? Or perhaps your wonders are why a secret boyfriend?
Well, dear reader, this wasn't just any boy. He was something special. He was the kind of man that made you fall heels over head every time you looked at him and made you feel like you were the only girl in the world (are you busting your bottom to Boys Like Girls or Rhianna yet?)
I would do just about anything to keep him around even if it meant late and restless nights. However, it was a bit daring, romantic and sexy. After all, at any moment either one of us could be caught in the middle of this illegal affair and the outcome would be terrible.
Love isn't found by age though. And give me a little break. He's only 20.
Oh, how confusing this all may be to you. Let me take you back to the beginning where this all started. I'll take this more slowly and, reader, you will uncover the restless romance I can proudly say is mine.
I'm going to tell you about my real life fairy tale with the infamous front man of the (currently) too well known band All Time Low.
