Chapter Three

Talk, huh? Fine, Danni thought, I'll play along.

She stood up and walked over to Iggy who had closed the door behind him.

"Want to sit?" she asked.

He nodded. Before he had to guess where the bench was she grabbed his arm and lead him. They sat. Danni looked back to the sky, but feeling guilty that he couldn't see it turned her eyes to Iggy.

"So, what did you want?" she asked as politely as she could.

He glanced down, human habit. "What are you doing out here, alone?"

She almost laughed. Was he worried that she couldn't handle herself? "Just looking at the stars."

He nodded. The truth was he just wanted to hear her voice again. She hadn't said much, but he liked her voice.

She smiled. He was nervous or something she could tell. She didn't know what to do. That didn't matter much since he started to move his hand to her. He was aiming for her hand she could tell. Instead of moving her hand like she would have for most guys she took his hand.

It was a small move. What it meant though was bigger something that couldn't be put in words. Would this lead to something? Maybe, only time can tell such things.

"Tell me something about yourself," Iggy said softly.

Danni thought about this. She decided to tell him very little people knew about her, "I like to write my own songs and sing them with my guitar."

"I'd like to hear a song," he said smiling thinking about how her voice would sound. Lovely.

"I think I could make that happen. Maybe. If I see you again."

Iggy was puzzled at this. What did she mean? "What?" he couldn't help but ask.

"You're leaving tomorrow. Aren't you?"

Iggy wasn't sure, so he shrugged.

A curtain fell into place over a window looking out onto the two teens. A figure stepped back into the shadows. They are not going to be a happy couple. Not even over my dead body, the figure thought. I love Iggy too much to lose him.

While the figure thought this, another figure was hiding in a bush one hundred feet away. This should make an interesting opportunity, the second figure thought.

Only time will tell the ending to this brewing tale.