I opened the door and headed in my room. It looked like any normal 15 year old's room. Tons of posters of the Jonas Brothers on my walls, 2 guitars on stands in the corner, a bed (I only sleep a few hours a week), a bookshelf, a closet full of clothes. Totally normal.

I decided to open my window for some fresh air (it got a little stuffy in my room sometimes).

I swung the window open. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadowy figure move. A chill went down my spine. Was it a stalker or something? I peered around the corner, and saw nothing. I decided to push it out my head, I was probably just seeing things anyway.

I sat down on my bed and put my iPod on. I only put in one ear, though, because I wanted to hear when Marie came back with the movies.

Just then, I heard little 'plinks' against my window. Another chill ran down my spine. I got up slowly and crept over to the window. Just after the last 'plink', I poked my head out the window, holding my breath.

I sighed. It was just my best friend, Drew. He was throwing pebbles at my window to get my attention.

Drew is my best friend, and I think he kinda likes me. He's funny, and smart and handsome. He was the first friend I made when I first got here to LA. I kinda like him too, and maybe I could go out with him if I knew he really likes me too, but nothing more. And I could never tell him my secret.

"Halee, oh, Halee! Throw down your hair!" he shouted, quoting the Brothers Grimm, but yet being his usual, stupid self.

I snorted, "Sorry, Drew! I don't think its long enough!" I said, throwing my hair over my shoulder to show him.

"Why don't you just use the front door?" I asked.

He shrugged, "I don't know. This just seemed funner." He said, with a smile.

"Well, my mom just went to get some movies. Wanna come in THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR and watch them?" I said with a chuckle. (I wasn't allowed to call Marie by her name around my friends,

"Sure," he shouted. "I'll meet you downstairs," he added.

I nodded, before turning away and running through my doorway. I bolted down the stairs, almost running into Steve who was standing at the foot of the stairs.

"In a hurry?" he asked.

"No," I said, out of breath, "Drew's here. He's gonna watch some movies with me, ok?" I asked

"Sure," Steve said.

"We're probably gonna hang out in the living room until Marie gets home with the movies, then we're gonna watch them in the basement," I said.

"That's fine," Steve said. He wasn't really interested in what I had to say, but he was trying to be like a good dad and listen.

There was a knock at the door. "That's Drew," I said, scooting past Steve to the door.

I turned the knob, and opened the door. And there in the entrance, leaning against the door frame, was Drew. Drew had blond hair and blue eyes, and, I had to admit, looked very attractive standing there.

"Ok, I'll admit it, I like Drew," I thought to myself, "And I kinda hope he likes me, too."

"Hey there," he said, his voice like an angel.

"Hi," I answered. "My mom went to go get some movies," I said. "She's getting Disturbia, Get Smart and 10,000 BC," I told him.

"Sounds good," he said.

I stepped out of the way so he could come in. "So, did you like my quoting of those Grimm Brothers?" he asked, a sly smile on his face.

"Oh, yes, it was very regal," I answered sarcastically.

"Thanks!" he said, "So, do you want to make some popcorn or something so it'll be ready when your mom gets back with the movies?" he asked. He was looking directly in my eyes. His eyes were so bright…

I came back to reality. "Um, sure." I answered. I REALLY HATED popcorn, but I didn't want to act strange around him, so I agreed.

"I'll just let him eat most of it," I thought to myself.

Drew walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of popcorn out of the cupboard (he was here so often, it was like his second home, and he was like the son that Steve and Marie never had). He stuck it in the microwave, set the time and pressed start. It revolved as it cooked.

"So, do you know when your mom will be home?" Drew asked. He grabbed my hands in his own. He stared down at them, then looked into my eyes. If I was human, my heart would be racing right now. I was speechless.

I stuttered for a moment before replying, "Um….oh! Um, I'm sure she'll be home soon."

Just then, I heard the door open. "Halee, I'm back!" Marie shouted. I yanked my hands out of his, not really meaning to; I panicked. I chuckled nervously and went up to Marie.

She looked up. "Oh! Hello there, Drew! Are you going to be watching movies with Halee?" she asked.

"Um, yea," he said. "We're making popcorn," He added.

Just then, the timer for the microwave went off. I headed over to get the bag. I grabbed a big bowl out of the drawer and poured the bag in it.

"Thanks for getting the movies, Mom," I said to Marie.

"Your welcome, sweetie," she answered, keeping up the act.

Drew grabbed the stack of movies and started walking toward me. "You got the popcorn?" he asked.

"Yup," I answered. I headed down to the basement. "You coming?" I asked.

"Yep," he said, a smile on his beautiful face.

We set the bowl of popcorn on the table, next to the movies. We plopped down next to each other on the couch. He grabbed my hand.

"You ready to watch the scary movie first?" he asked. I smiled. "I'm guessing you want to watch Disturbia?" I asked.

"Yep," he said, "And don't worry, if you get scared, I'll protect you," he said, a sly smile on his face.

I smiled back. Never in my life had I ever been eager to be scared.