Chapter 2: Rachel It was hard, flying at night, but it was these moments together, just Tobias and I, that I loved the most, so I didn't care. We hadn't been flying for long, when I noticed something in an old empty playground. < Hey, look, > I pointed out. < Swings. I used to love those. > < Why not anymore? > Tobias asked. < You can hardly compare swinging to flying, > I replied. < There's more to life than flying, > Tobias said. < That's suprising, comming from you Tobias, > I answered. Tobias laughed in my head. < C'mon, > He said, flying down toward the swings. < I'll get you to love them again. > We landed near one of the poles. Tobias began to morph to human, while I demorphed. "Come on," He said, walking towards the swings. "Are you serious?" I asked. He smiled. "Of course I'm serious." I cilimbed onto one of the swings, while he pushed. For maybe just 15 minutes, the once empty playground was filled with the voices of two teenagers who wanted to be kids again. And our troubles were forgotten, as our lived became simple again. It seemed like it was just him and me, all alone in the world.
Chapter 3: Tobias After awhile, I began to push softer, and Rachel began to swing slower, the half-circles she incribed in the air growing smaller. Soon, she had stoped swinging, and was just sitting in the swing, me behind her. She stood up, and put her arms around my neck, while I put my arms around her delicate waist. My entire body was filled with an exciting love and adorement for Rachel. "Are you ready to go?" I asked softly, not wanting to break the romantic spell the moonlight cast on this place. "Not yet," She whispered, and leaned closer to me. She tilted her head, and her mouth brushed against mine.
Chapter 4: Rachel My mouth brushed against Tobias', and I knew what was comming. Something that I had envisioned and dreamed about ever since I had discovered my feelings for him. Yes, we had kissed bfore, but they has never been deep kisses. Our lips met, and we shared a short but wonderful kiss. We pulled slightly away, and I felt his comforting arms around me, holding me, wrapping me up. I looked into his eyes, his wonderful, enchanting blue eyes. When I had first met him, his eyes were filled with saddness. But now they were loving eyes, eyes longing for a deeper kiss. "We have time," I whispered, and leaned closer to him again. I could feel his warm, but not unfortable, breath on me, as he touched my chin with his hand. He gave me a smile that made me want to melt. With my chin in my hand, he lifted my mouth to his. We kissed again, under the dimming moon and dimming stars, and I wished time would stop, so we could just keep kissing forever.
