The half moon was high in the sky by the time Alan was able to slip out of his bedroom window, on to the tree that often scraped upon the glass, and to the ground below. He began his long trudge over the twenty plus some blocks towards the garage slash apartment. Of course, after leaving his parents a note saying he went out for an early walk. That wasn't a lie, it wasn't the truth either. Maybe a bit of her rebellion was rubbing off on him. Oh well, who cares? Last thing somewhat dangerous he did was the whole toilet papering thing over at the Beales. But this was kinda hard core, he guessed. He was after all, sneaking out around midnight, walking the streets alone with no flashlight or form of protection, and going to climb into a girl's window. Man, he ruled.
He did worry that she might be asleep. But he didn't really care. She was a frail looking vision when she slept. When she was in that state, it made him feel like he was able to protect her, unlike in the waking world where everything had to be done by her. That's the only thing that he didn't like about her really, the fact that she never wanted to be dependent on anyone and wouldn't let him be like a protector for her. He really wanted that.
He soon made it to the now familiar alley way. He had spent many a moment there. He thought about that first afternoon they spent together and how he about broke his neck on that roof more than once in a ten minute period.
He quietly as possible slipped up the rusty steps. He then almost silently sat his pumas down on the landing just outside her window. Her room was a simple pale blue color with a few posters here and there. Who would know that she like AJ McLean? Other than that, it seemed fitting. Car models here and there, and clothes strewn about. Her bed was on the other side of two pillars. It was a massive queen sized one and the goddess of this chamber lay on the bed her back to her visitor.
" Man, your stupid! Go away," where the first words she said. He was a bit confused but then saw her turn off the TV in front of her and the sprawl across the bed with her eyes closed. She let out a heavy sigh, not thinking that he was going to make it.
Twitty quietly made his way over the varnished wood flooring and snuck up the bed and laid down beside her. Her eyes flung open and the surprise of having a visitor finally and she turned towards him, her hand resting on her hand.
" What took you?" she said mischievously.
" My little brother is sick and he was crying forever. My parent's just got to bed about an hour ago," Twitty explained.
" You know what?" Randy said.
" What?" Twitty replied.
" You're an awful liar," She said as she sat up.
" Its so not a lie. My ass fell asleep while I was sitting by my door waiting for them to go to bed. You know? So I could listen," he explained further.
" Sure ya did," Randy said with a smile.
"Fine don't believe me," Twitty said and then hit her with one of the many pillows on the bed.
" uh!" Randy scoffed and then pushed at him, although, maybe to hard, because he thumped to the floor.
" Oh man, we gotta be quiet. My aunt and uncle find out they will totally go off," Randy said.
"Fine, just sing to me," Twitty said, folding his arms and laying back with his eyes closed.
" Awful bossy aren't we? But okay, just this one time, but the next you better ask nicely," she said, " Wait, why don't you ever sing to me? You know you can. I feel used,"
" I only perform when I'm paid to do so," he said as he brushed the hair from his face.
" You music jiggleo,"
" Darn skippy," he said pulling her closer. She laid her head on his chest and heard his pounding heart. It kinda surprised her that he would get this nervous around her even now. But she just smiled about this.
" So, what was this meeting designed for and why isn't the rest of the club members present," Twitty asked.
" For one, as a way to say I'm sorry for blowing you off a bunch. And for two to say that, you know that you can be a total butt hole right?" Randy said in a light hearted way.
" Me? When have I ever been a butt hole?" he asked.
" Like that time with the S.A.C.C.Y whatever the heck stuff, or the time that made fun of Ren's voice cracking after we had practiced for three hours straight and she was sick. That was low," Randy said, "I just have to get that feeling out in the open,"
" Hey now," Alan said, " That was the same day that you were getting yelled at by her for over powering and I stood up for you and said that you couldn't help it. That you had a very strong voice and deserved to be in the spot light some,"
"True as that maybe, the matter still stands. And you do know that I'm trying to pick on you," Randy said
" Well, I really wish we could do something else," Twitty said, implying on wanting to kiss on her.
"Really," Randy said in a low toned voice that got him anxious, " Well, did you catch the Braves game tonight? Oh my goodness, I wish they would quit getting hurt. Sheffield is even out. That's something, and even Andruw Jones," Randy said in a very fast pace.
Twitty feel back on the bed, face first and Randy laughed at him before running her fingers across his strong neck. He turned and looked at her out of the corner of his eye and she kissed him on the cheek.
" You always have to go in the opposite direction as everyone else, don't you?" Twitty said.
" What can I say? Its a gift," Randy then snuggled down next to him and the two prepared for the night's sleep.