Hannah shook off her towel and walked into the house.
Grabbing one of her step brother's leather jackets and pulling it on her shoulders she walked back out to Bill.

"I better not regret this." Hannah said.

Bill smiled gently and rapped a small towel around his neck.

They walked over to the back gate, Bill holding it open for Hannah.

"Wow. You're like my own personal Edward Cullen." Hannah said as she started walking into the darkness.

Bill didn't say anything. He just savored her sweet presence as she walked.
Bill kept stride with her brisk walk.

"What's your hurry?" Bill asked.

"What do you mean?" Hannah asked.

"You're walking fast." Bill said.

"No I'm not." Hannah said as she kept walking down the deserted streets of the Neighborhood.

Bill ran up next to her and grabbed hold of her hand.

Hannah stopped dead.

"This is slow." Bill said as he pulled her to a soft pace.

"You've got to stop and smell the roses." Bill said.

"You're one to talk. Mr. Rock-star-jet-setter." Hannah said softly.

He smiled and put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple.

He had no idea that the moment his lips hit her hair in that subconscious little movement of contentment, she felt her stomach do something it had never done before.
It turned inside out.

They walked for a while.
The warm summer breeze keeping them company in the silence.

All of the sudden Bill pulled her across the street.
"Come on." He said in a whisper.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"You'll see." Bill said as he cut across a lawn, making a dog bark.

After a short, brisk walk they came upon a large back lot.

"Tom, Andi and I used to come out here and play football."

"How very Outsiders…ever run into any Socs's?" Hannah asked looking around in wonder at the filed.

It was a large oval like shape with tall, thick trees all around the edges.

"Huh?" Bill asked, not understanding a word of what she said.

"Th – never mind." Hannah said rolling her eyes.

Bill gently pulled her out into the middle of the field and laid down the blanket.

He sat down.

"No fair! I'm not sitting in the grass!" Hannah said as she looked around at the tall growing grass that shot up all around them.

Bill rolled his eyes and pulled her down on top of him.
Spreading his legs so she could sit next to him.

Hannah rolled her eyes but none the less leaned back into his chest and looked up at he stars.

"It's so pretty." Hannah said. "I think that god lets you see heaven when you look up at the stars, but you never can touch it. You never are able to really feel it. Now men can try. But you can't."

Bill leaned back on his elbows and looked up.

"Why do you think that is?" He asked.

"Because that way, you can see it…and you want it even more…think of it as a marketing ploy for Christianity." Hannah laughed quietly.

Bill laughed at her little speech and rapped his hands around her leather clad shoulders.

She didn't seem to mind because she leaned into his touch.

He rested his chin on her shoulder as her head leaned back to gaze up at the stars in quiet wonder.

Feeling rather spontaneous Bill hummed a little song.

"What are you doing?" Hannah asked, feeling the vibrations in his chest.

"Writing you a song." He said.

"Oh, really…and what are the lyrics?" Hannah asked with a coy smile on her lips.

"One mile to every inch of your skin like porcelain,
One pair of candy lips and your bubblegum tongue."
He sang softly in her ear sending shivers down her spine.

"You wrote that?" Hannah asked.

"Yep….just now."

"Oh? Because I was under the impression that that was John Mayer's 'Your Body Is A Wonderland?" She said.

Bill laughed and thought for a moment before singing "She's a rebel, She's a saint, She's the salt of the earth, And she's Dangerous!"Hannah let out a bark of a laugh.
"Green Day. Very classy."

"I walked across an empty land, I knew the pathway like the back of my hand…I felt the earth beneath my feet."

"Keane…not bad."

"Soft as silk she stands, her eyes wide with wonder, she makes me laugh and forget my worries, I know my soul is in her hands."

Hannah looked at him in question.
"Who is that?" she asked.

"You." He said simply.

Hannah was silent for a moment before saying "Needs work."

"I think it's perfect."

Hannah let out a snort at his statement but said nothing.

"How are you holding up?" Bill asked.
He could feel that she wanted to talk, she just seemed like the kind of person that randomly opened to any one.

"What do you mean?" She asked, counting stars.

"With the divorce and your mother marring someone new."

"Fine." Hannah said a bit evasively.

Bill ran a finger down her cheek.

"You don't look fine." He said as he felt her smooth skin.

"Maybe, maybe that's cause I'm not?" She said in defeat.

"I'm listening."

"Its – it's just that it sucks!" Hannah shouted in anger.

"I mean! Come on! A freaking German! I love the Germans just as much as the next fan girl but come on! We had to move to another freaking country! We got a new freaking bother that doesn't seem to like us very much – "

"Andi's weird. He has to warm up to you before you really get on his good side." Bill said quietly.

"My mom can be selfish…she doesn't always realize that when dad left it was because of her." She took a deep breath, Bill saw a tear drop roll down her cheek.
The little droplet glittering in the moonlight.

"I'm tired of being okay; I'm tired of being strong." Hannah sniffed.

"I know baby, I know." Bill said as he rocked her crying form.