A couple days went by, and the girls and Jeffrey were having a ton of fun. Rosalind introduced Jeffrey to Tommy, Jane took him to her rock, Batty played games with him and Ben, and Skye played soccer.

As much as Skye loved spending time with her family—they were great company—she did want some alone time with Jeffrey, so she didn't refuse the chance for her an Jeffrey to babysit Batty and Ben one evening while a Latin conference was on. Rosalind and Jane had both begun Latin in school, so they decided to go along.

"Dearest Jeffrey, and my sister Skye! I regret leaving you, but I yearn to enhance my Latin abilities! Goodbye." Jane announced, as she left their house.

"See you later guys! Love you Batty and Ben." Rosalind said checking over Batty for any wrinkles in her pyjamas. "Make sure to tuck them in, in 20 minutes, okay?" She looked pointedly at Skye.

The door shut and they could hear the car start up outside. Skye sighed and looked at Jeffrey. She was the OAP once again. But thank goodness, just for 20 minutes.

Batty and Ben settled themselves to play with Hound for a little while, at least until bedtime. Bedtime came quickly, and Skye decided to let Jeffrey do the honours. They liked him better anyways. While Jeffrey was busy, Skye climbed out her bedroom window to sit on her roof, her only little spot where she felt completely safe. She brought her binoculars with her, and stared passively at the soccer ball on the roof of Tommy's house.

"Hey, thought I'd find you here…" Jeffrey's voice reached her outside of the window. She scooted over a little and motioned for him to come out. He carefully climbed out, and—not having as much practice as her—clung to the underside of the window sill. "So, Skye. How's life?"

Skye laughed and rolled her eyes. "Silly, you know. Math, science, soccer. That's me. And you?"

He grinned. "Music, soccer, and there's one other thing I care about very much."

"Whats that?" Skye asked. He smiled teasingly.

There was silence. Nobody talked. Skye was just about to ask him again, when he replied.

"You."

Skye's stomach fluttered—something it had never done before. She remembered last summer how Jeffrey had briefly talked about them getting married. She thought he was crazy then, and maybe she thought he was crazy now. But she understood it a little more. She smiled and looked away.

"Skye. Look at me." Skye looked over at that boy she thought she knew so well. She had no idea what he was doing right now. She turned her head and looked into his green eyes, for 1 second, 2 seconds, 3. He still wasn't saying anything. She cleared her throat and began to get up again, when two hands grabbed her face, and a pair of warm lips pressed against her mouth. Jeffrey had kissed her. He got up, hiding his red face, and left her alone in the cold, starry night.