James lay on the side of her bed, propped up against her wooden backboard, which held the intricate designs pierced into the wood. He smiled lightly, like he normally did when no one was looking, watching her drift into a pleasant sleep, brown eyes softening as he brushed her reddish brown hair back behind her ears. Slowly, he stood up off of the side of her bed, taking the edges of her old-time looking bed-sheets, and tucking her in the rest of the way. He sat back, admiring her for a moment, before leaning over, planting a quick kiss to her lips, and then turning towards the slightly ajar window, to leave.
She stirred in her sleep, turning over, and without opening her eyes she began to mumble under her breath, " James.. Don't leave me... Please..." He shook his head, still smiling lightly, as he turned back to face her, sitting back down on the edge of the bed, taking her hand into his. "Its getting late, silly... Besides, I need to head home anyways. If your Mom catches me here we'll both get it. You know that...", he squeezed her hand lightly, letting it drop to rest back beside her. After a couple of minutes in silence, he relaxed, assuming everything was okay, and she was well back off in a dream of some sort. He stood up again, steadying himself on top of the shelf below her window, and then hopping out, silently hitting the ground on the other side. He closed it back, like it normally was - she always left it unlocked so he could slip in during the night. He always surprised her with his evening visits.
He stepped back around the corner of her house, heading back down the normal sub-division sidewalk, back to his own home, where he was supposed to be getting some sleep before another boring, uneventful day at High School. Of course, he hardly ever got any sleep as it was, and he needed to finish the response to the man who had seemed interested in his Machete that he was selling online.
He rounded the corner, up the long and newly paved driveway of his home, slipping through the bushes to his window, which he also left unlocked so he could get back inside. He quickly slid it open, bracing himself against the side of the house, and flipping over the window sill, sliding onto his own bed. He let out a sigh of relief, amused no one had found out about his midnight outings yet. But he was quite a sly one as it was, so maybe possibly no one really knew what he was up to at all.
James looked towards his computer, which sat at his desk, piled up with loads of papers and textbooks of all shapes and sizes. He was never one for organization, and people always seemed to get on his case about why he lost things so easily. Maybe it was because they were lodged someplace in his black hole of a room, and they were still waiting to be found.
Suddenly he noticed the message that blinked on his screen, and he sat up on his bed, leaning in to read it more clearly. ' I've been wondering where you were...'. He continued to watch the screen as it typed another message under the previous one. ' We've been watching you, Bullseye.' He closed his eyes, sighing heavily again. It was just someone online who had been looking at his Machete, that was it. He always used the name "Bullseye" when he sold things online. Just for safety purposes. Besides, he liked that name anyway. It had a ring to it that pleased him enough to keep it for himself.
Suddenly he turned, noticing the beeping noise coming from a different direction of his room. The boy stood up, awkwardly, staring hard at the box that sat on his dresser. It was a standard, normal shipping box, like something he would send presents to his relatives up north in for Christmas. He walked over, tearing a hole into the box, and slipping his hand inside, as the beeping grew louder. James stared for a moment, before pulling out a black cell phone, which continued to beep loudly. He flipped open the top, and slowly brought the phone to his ear.

"Hello..?..", Neo snapped in front of Bullseye's face, trying to get him to come back to reality, " Bullseye...? Are you catching a word I'm saying..?". Suddenly he snapped out of it, looking at Neo, staring in shock. " I.. I'm sorry Neo. I.. was having a flashback of the past. That's all".
He smiled to himself, as he looked up at the inside area of the Nebacanneza, where he had spent almost a year now, fighting for his life. He shook his head, recalling the girl he had remembered in his dream. The girl that he had adored and loved so much. He never would have imagined she was fake. That his affection for her had just been an infatuation and nothing more. Like loving the wind. It wouldn't thank you for loving it. It would just keep on blowing.