"I'm walkin' Serena home, okay Peter?"
Peter gave me a look "Since when do you walk girls home? If I remember correctly, you were the one that said 'I just dance with 'em, and don't get involved.' ...Am I right?" He headed for the door. "See you tommorow. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Peter called over his shoulder, grinning.
I turned to see Serena next to me. She rolled her eyes good-naturedly.
"Well, let's go." I took her hand as we headed for the door. It had just stopped raining, so the air was cool and the pavement was wet. We walked slowly. God, if only that walk had lasted longer...
"So..." I tactfully tried to start a conversation.
"Ummmm....yeah....." Serena looked up and laughed. "Sorry, I guess I don't have a lot to say either."
We silently walked on for a few minutes.
"Tell me about yourself."
"Okay. My name's Serena. I'm seventeen years old and I like American movies and music and clothing."
"Well, I'm just about the same, except my name's Thomas, not Serena." I smiled as she laughed softly. She was beautiful, no question about it.
"We're here." She pointed to the doorway in front of us.
"Will I see you again soon?" I reached out for her hand, but she didn't see.
"I hope so..." Serena looked up at the house, "My parents...they love me but are a little worried about me going out at night." She sat down on the stone step, and bit her nails a little. "But I hope....I know....once they see what a gentleman you are, they won't worry anymore." Serena smiled up at me. I can still see her face, glowing and beautiful, in the midst of the dark night.
"Tommorow then? I'll come for you. At six." I whispered, taking her hand and helping her stand.
Serena nodded. "I'll wait right here."
I kissed her hand. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight Thomas."
The walk home wasn't as cold. The night wasn't as dark either...
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((Author's note--Well, whaddya think? This is unfinished. I'll add more soon. Thanx 4 reading!!))
Peter gave me a look "Since when do you walk girls home? If I remember correctly, you were the one that said 'I just dance with 'em, and don't get involved.' ...Am I right?" He headed for the door. "See you tommorow. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Peter called over his shoulder, grinning.
I turned to see Serena next to me. She rolled her eyes good-naturedly.
"Well, let's go." I took her hand as we headed for the door. It had just stopped raining, so the air was cool and the pavement was wet. We walked slowly. God, if only that walk had lasted longer...
"So..." I tactfully tried to start a conversation.
"Ummmm....yeah....." Serena looked up and laughed. "Sorry, I guess I don't have a lot to say either."
We silently walked on for a few minutes.
"Tell me about yourself."
"Okay. My name's Serena. I'm seventeen years old and I like American movies and music and clothing."
"Well, I'm just about the same, except my name's Thomas, not Serena." I smiled as she laughed softly. She was beautiful, no question about it.
"We're here." She pointed to the doorway in front of us.
"Will I see you again soon?" I reached out for her hand, but she didn't see.
"I hope so..." Serena looked up at the house, "My parents...they love me but are a little worried about me going out at night." She sat down on the stone step, and bit her nails a little. "But I hope....I know....once they see what a gentleman you are, they won't worry anymore." Serena smiled up at me. I can still see her face, glowing and beautiful, in the midst of the dark night.
"Tommorow then? I'll come for you. At six." I whispered, taking her hand and helping her stand.
Serena nodded. "I'll wait right here."
I kissed her hand. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight Thomas."
The walk home wasn't as cold. The night wasn't as dark either...
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((Author's note--Well, whaddya think? This is unfinished. I'll add more soon. Thanx 4 reading!!))
