A.N: R&R!

Digory looked out his window; he rested his elbow on the sill and sighed. It was a wet and dark summer day not unlike the day that he'd met Polly.

He folded his newspaper and decided to visit Polly. He went up to her room and found that she wasn't there. He asked the housekeeper of her whereabouts, but she said that she wasn't home yet. Digory thanked her and ran back to his house. He waited at the window whilst reading a book.

He fell asleep with his nose in the book, but got up as soon as he heard the clip clop of a cab. He saw Polly step out, and was about to call out to her, but then he saw a young fellow in a hat escort her to the door.

Digory felt miffed, he had waited and waited for Polly, and she hadn't even said hello.

He looked at the clock and read the time midnight. He ran out of his room and hurried downstairs. Digory then stopped beneath Polly's window and saw that the light was on. He grabbed a handful of pebbles and flung them high onto her window.

Polly stuck her head out. Digory smiled and waved. But, she had not seen him and shut her window. Digory felt somewhat miffed again, he would not let Polly forget him.

He grabbed hold of one of the long vines that curtained down the wall, and expertly maneuvered his way up the wall, climbing on the sills of windows. He finally grabbed Polly's window sill and steadied himself on her little flower shelves that lined the window. He opened the window and lowered himself in.

Polly was already in her night gown, and looking at herself in the mirror. She was examining her face and such that she hadn't heard Digory come in through her window.

Digory clamped his hands over her eyes and she let out a squeal, she was genuinely shocked.

Digory let go of her face and she turned around. Her cold eyes narrowed and she said, "What the jolly are you doing here!" Digory laughed. "Great Scott, Polly, you sure can sing!"

She was suddenly conscious of herself. She was wearing her thin nightgown and her hair was down. She quickly grabbed a robe and covered herself.

Polly asked again, "What are you dong here? How did you ever get in?" Digory replied smugly, "I climbed through your window. I've been waiting for you to come home this whole time, I was pretty bored."

Polly blushed, it all sounded so romantic that he had climbed through her window just to see her.

Digory stretched and yawned, "What were you doing out at such a late time?"

Polly muttered, 'It's none of your business."

Digory shrugged and fell flat on her bed and threw his shoes off. She gasped, 'What are you doing? You'd best get back to your house!"

Digory opened one eye, "Are you joshing me? I went through all this trouble to see you and this is how you treat me? Forget it, I'm sleeping here, I'm afraid I can't open my eyes again."

Polly gaped at him, the nerve he had!

She pulled at his shirt, "Get up this instant! We can get in so much trouble! Go home Digory!"

Digory yawned and murmured, "What's got your knickers in a twist? I just want to sleep, leave me alone."

And with that, he fell into a deep slumber. Polly blew her hair out of her face. She sat down next to Digory and looked at his sleeping body.

His face looked so peaceful and boyish when he was asleep. It was like the time that they were in Narnia, when they were sleeping with Fledge and Digory was fast asleep. Polly had wakened up earlier to see that the toffee tree had actually worked, she went to wake Digory and the flying horse, up, but she paused to look at Digory's face.

His thick hair had been messy and his long eyelashes arched under his eyelids and he had a sweet boyishness etched with worry about him.

Now, the same face was right next to her, even seven years later.

She sighed and unconsciously settled her body into her bed, and nestled next to Digory. Her eyes fluttered closed and she fell asleep.

Digory woke up with hair in his face. He closed his eyes and smiled; the long hair was silky and felt good on his face. He fluttered his eyes open. A cascade of blonde hair was in his way. He gently pushed the hair out of his face, and looked at his sleeping friend. She had dark and smoky eyelashes that were an inch long. Her pink cheeks glowed radiantly and her pointy and small nose was digging into the pillow.

Digory smiled and blew into her ear to wake her up. Polly was startled; she felt a warm breeze in her ear. She turned around and screamed. Digory was staring at her and their faces were only inches apart.

She could almost feel his eyelashes blinking on her face.

She jumped out of bed and straightened out her hair. Digory grinned at her and got up. She opened her mouth to say something but there was a knock on her door, "Polly, are you up? When did you get home last night? George sent you some flowers; I'm coming in to put them in a vase alright?"

Polly yelled, "Wait mother! I'll just be a second."

Polly turned to Digory, but he was already halfway out the window, He grinned and saluted her, and then his head disappeared. She went to the window and looked down; Digory was already running to his home.

She sighed and smiled at him.

Her mother burst through the door, what are you doing with your window open? You'll catch a cold." Polly closed it obediently.

She looked at the lovely petunias that her mother had put in a vase for her.

Polly's mother said, "Aren't they lovely? I'm so happy for you dear; you have a nice boy courting you now and another one waiting in line, you'll have to choose soon Polly, you're finally going to be a real lady!"

Polly just sighed and stared longingly out the window.

A.N How'd you like it? R&R!