just a story that i wrote for deviantart and now it's here, like always i don't own knd


It was Tuesday night. It had to be around eight when the lights went out. Everything turned off, the lights, my radio, the computer, everything. As I looked out the window the rest of the town was out too. The only thing that worked as a light sores was the moon. The light of the moon washed away all the town's worries tonight. I didn't want to move away from the window sill, I was still hurt. Still hurt from all the feelings that I have, but there was a knock on my door. I walked towards the door and opened it to come face to face to the moon's reflection on a par of sun glasses.

He asked if I was okay, in the dark, by myself, alone. He asked if I needed him. I shook my head no, but in my head, I screamed yes, but what was I thinking. I wasn't the type of person who would like someone, someone like my best friend. I'm only 12, but still Numbuh one ,that thought makes me lose the world around me and focus on the thought bubble that surrounds me .

He said okay, and was about to walk away when I called after him. Asking him what he was doing in the dark, by himself, alone. I now couldn't see the details of his body but the outline. He said "I was making sure that everyone was okay, Numbuh two was in his room sleeping, and Numbuh four was comforting three. And you're okay, right?"

"Numbuh five, yeah, but she can't see well out here" I told him, he turned around and faced me.

" You can't see anything? Take my hand." He said. I really didn't question but instead I blushed knowing that this was all wrong but feeling that it was right. But why I was blushing, he has held my hand before, but the difference was that we were in the dark.

I have been in this tree house ever since I was six; I knew it like the back of my hand. I knew where we were, it's not like I was oblivious to everything. I knew that we past the living room, past by Numbuh three's room and was approaching the kitchen. We didn't say anything to each other. It was really quiet in the tree house. When we got to the kitchen Numbuh one let go of my hand, and he was taking something out the cabinet. He set it on fire and now I can see his face. He looked at me through the candle light and smiled. I smiled back and did the same thing he did and light a candle. We took our candles and sat them on the coffee table next to us. I can tell he was watching me as I watched the moon.

He got up and put his hand out; I stuck my eyebrow up and just placed my hand in his. He took me out side on the balcony. He put his arm around my waist and again my faced redden, Numbuh one's shoes lighted up and we was in the air, floating. I wanted to just rest my head on him but we were just friends. We landed on the roof of the tree house, and we sat on a branch. All I can do is look at the moon that washes way all my worries. I look over at Numbuh one through the corner of my eye to see Numbuh one watching me. I turn my head and saw him through the moon light, with his face stained red. I smirk and sigh, when I moved over next to him I tried to kiss him on the check but he move his face and now we were kissing. I ended it and looked at him, surprised.

He tried to say sorry but this time it was no accident, I kissed him.


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