The moon shone bright over Stormy Lake, Iowa. Stormy Lake was a very quiet and peaceful place. It was the most beautiful in all of the state of Iowa. It had many amenities, including miles of cornfields and the most beautiful lake you will ever see in your entire life. I would know this because I live there. My name is Amarillo Maxwell. I am 16 years old, and I love it here! I have jet black hair and green eyes. Everyone calls me "cat-eyes", though I don't have a clue why, for the matter, because the cats I always see have yellow eyes, though I guess they could have green.

Speaking of people, I don't have many friends, I pretty much keep to myself, but I have my few. There's Sophia, whom acrually lives right next door to my house. She is short. Sorry for the blunt introduction, but it's true. She has short brown hair, and light brown eyes. She's always being picked on for the way she looks, though I don't know why, she's pretty to me. There's Ebony, now to me she's gorgeous, she's also my best friend. She's about my height, which is, 5'5-5'6, somewhere around there. She has blood red hair and bright blue eyes. God, you swear you are cold when her eyes meet your gaze. It's really cool. Alot of the guys in our school, Lakewood High school, love her, they all want to date her, except this one boy, whom I'm secretly crushing on. His name is Michael Lewis, and he's 16 too. He also has jet black hair that fits him really well. He has onyx eyes, which make him look evil but, and at the same time, very sexy. Only once in a while, will you seldom see brown. He's 5'8 and lanky, but well-built.
It surprises me that he doesn't like Ebony. I mean, every other guy does. My friends always tell me that he likes me.

'Amarillo, he likes you,'

Sophia said enthusiastically.

'No doubt about that. C'mon Ami, I mean, have you seen the way he looks at you? He's crazy about you, I'd say.'

After Ebony had said this, I barged into the conversation, that was apparently meant towards me.

'No. Why doesn't he just like you, Ebony?'

Ebony stared at me wide-eyed.

'You know, Ami, not every guy has to like me, you're attractive, too.'

I was embarassed.

'Yea, ok.'

'You are,' Sophia playfully went along.

'Whatever,'

I said nonchantly.

How could Michael like me? I mean we practically grew up together. One thing I forgot to mention is that we're friends. He doesn't know I like him, though. We always hung out with eachother. We'd play at night in the cornfields, it was alot of fun. We'd chase eachother, almost everytime, he caught me, once or twice I'd knock him down. We're always in the cornfield together, it's very soothing, don't ask me how, though, it just is.

' Well, Ami, fine then! Don't agree with us, then,'

Ebony said jokingly.

'Agree with what?'

Just then, we all jumped, it was Michael. We didn't know he was coming over. I didn't know he was coming over. In facy, this was the first time he came up to my room on his own. He usually waits for me to let him come up.

'Michael! What are you doing here?'

I said, worried he had heard our conversation.

'What? Am I not allowed over?'

'No, no you're allowed over.'

Just then Michael's eyes met Sophia's and Ebony's. They were giggling.

'Wht's wrong with you two?'

he asked dumbfoundedly.

'Oh..uh..nothing. Nothing at all.'

'What did she not agree with you two on?'

'Well..'

Ebony was about to say it, but stopped herself when she saw the intensity in my eyes, and quickly corrected herself.

'Oh..it was nothing.'

'Oh..ok.'

Michael knew something was up. He could tell quickly what it was about, and he smiled.

'What?'

I asked curiously.

He looked at me in a way that made my body weaken and my kneees wobble, he smiled.

'Nothing..soo...what do you want to do? I kinda came over to see if you wanted to go for a walk.'

My heart jumped.

'Well I was kinda...'

Sophia and Ebony jumped in.

'Oh don't worry, Ami. Sophia and I were just about to go, you go.'

'Really?'

'Yea, go.'

Michael looked at me.

'Ok, then let's go.'

'Ok.'

After Sophia and Ebony left my house, Michael and I headed downstairs.

'Well, Amarillo, you look beautiful today, as always.'

He smiled.

I looked at him in wide-eyes.

'Huh?'

'I said you look beautiful.'

'Oh..umm.Thank you...Wait...how did you know?'

'Know what?'

'That that was what we were talking about.'

'Oooh..wild guess.'

I smiled and laughed.

'Oh.'

We then came across a cornfield as we left my house. He quickly pulled me inside.

I looked up at him.

'Soo..I take it we're playing good ol' tag, are we?'

'Yep, now you better start running.'

Just then I darted for it, not looking back. He watched how my hair was blowing in the wind that was picking up as I was running. He loved it, and started to run after me.

I thought I had lost him until, suddenly, he jumped out at me. He wrestled me to the ground.

'Michael..haha..what are you doing?..haha.'

He wa tickling me, as he was pinning me down. He began to laugh as well.

'Ooh..I don't know...same as always.'

He looked at me in that way that made me nervous.

'Why are you nervous in front of me, Ami?'

'Umm..'

'You're beautiful, you know.'

'Umm..thanks.'

'Tell me, c'mon.'

'Umm..I...like you...Michael.'

He then kissed my forehead.

'I like you, too, Ami...alot actually.'

We then laid there for what seemed like days. Him ontop of me, holding me, never letting go.