He had knocked on her window at about midnight, using the lattice on the side of the house as a ladder. He had almost slipped once, threatening his mission. He was going to abduct her, in a way, blindfold her and take her away. It was foolproof; he had been planning it for weeks, every moment of the adventure. He had even asked for tips from his friend, never revealing his true intentions.

Peering into the dark room, he could make out the outline of a petite figure. She was in bed as usual, he knew her daily routine. As he slowly opened her window, she moved her blanket over her head to protect herself from the chilly air coming in. He smiled, she always wore the same tank top to bed, not much to keep the warmth in. She was a girl of routines.

From his back pocket, he pulled out a piece of black silky fabric. As if swayed silently in the breeze, he prepared himself to quiet her if she screamed. She was never one for surprises.

Shaking her shoulders gently, he whispered her name into her ear. She mumbled his name groggily, before she opened her eyes. Before she could scream, he planted a hand over her mouth, and placed the blind fold over her eyes. He grabbed her small hands and caressed them with his thumbs as he pulled her out of bed and out of the window.

Gently, he lifted her from her hips to the ground as she neared the bottom of the lattice work. She giggled and turned around blindly. She was, indeed, beautiful. Anyway you looked at her hair, her smile, it was all perfect, every detail. Her clothing was decent, but just enough to peak his curiosity. His eyes had never seen her like this before.

He grabbed her hands again, and tugged her forward. She complied, stepping forward slowly. Too slowly. With their hands still connected, he made a run for it. She had stumbled at first, but adapted to his pace, keeping up nicely with his athletic legs.

Soon, the hard pavement was replaced by crackling leaves and snapping twigs. He slowed his pace to moved branches away, as not to cause her any harm. She was in his hands now, and he wasn't going to endanger what he waited so long for.

He touched her soft lips in a weak attempt to quiet her squeals as he dragged her deeper into the woods. The black fabric tied around her eyes defeated any hopes of catching a glimpse of where she was headed; but she didn't care. She felt safe with him.

As the leaves and sticks broke beneath their feet, they moved forward. No one would be out this late at night, maybe Odd, but only to spy on them. How many times had he seen them kiss anyway? Like it came as a big shock to anyone, save Sissi, that they were together. Yet Odd still found it humorous to poke fun at the two, since they still blushed.

Who wouldn't? She was perfect in his eyes, and he was perfect in hers. Infallible to each other, except the times they quarreled, when they would find every misplaced hair on the others head. None of that mattered to them in the long run; they were like any other teenage couple, and more.

When they stopped, he moved in back of her and started kissing trails down her neck. Giggling, she turned around to capture his lips in hers.

"Can you take the blindfold off now, please?"

Moving around her again, he gave one side of the black cloth a light tug. As the fabric drifted to the ground, her eyes shot open.

There before her, was an open field. Above her was a sky full of stars, and a brilliant full moon. She could hear the crickets and the occasional owl hoot, but it didn't scare her. She was content, he was here, they were together. Everything was perfect for once. Once upon a time, that must be where they were. In a fairly tale land, this must be magic.

He smiled at her reaction; the plan was going as planned. But don't plans normally do that? Especially his, he was the master mind of all romantic plans; and he knew it. When as the last time Odd has actually made up his own picnic in the dusk of day, with candles that blow out at just the right time?

She sat down, and motioned for him to sit next to her. He nodded and sat down, moving his arm to rest around her shoulders as she lay her head on his. Moving closer, she kept to him for warmth. He had been right, her pajamas hadn't been very warm at all, and she hadn't noticed until now. It didn't matter now, though. Their hearts were warm enough to heat the school for a year (which they could use with the amazing jump in gas prices, do they have that in France? I don't know, xP).

Sighing, she nuzzled his shoulder blade. It didn't matter it was midnight, it didn't matter her parents would ground her for eternity when they found out. She only had half a month left in France anyway, she needed to enjoy it. Enjoy him, to be more exact. Her whole life would revolve around him for the next month, and it would be the worst part of leaving. A change of routine for her, and a change of life for him.

He would never see the world the same after she left, it was as if he suddenly went color blind. He was distant, his world was dull. He would check between each class to see if she had sent him an e-mail, to the point where Jerimie would have to put a lock on his laptop. His cell phone would be on 24/7, due to the time zone differences. Midnight calls wouldn't come as a surprise, more of a relief to him. He would think back to that night, this night, when it happened.

She would drive herself crazy trying to form a new routine of life in Japan. Her grandfather and grandmother would have already moved in, and would become completely unpredictable. School would have been much easier in France, where she was organized and in control. Complete loss of familiarity would cause her to change, and would soon be the lead cause of stress in her life.

All that would come in the future; they were still in the present. Taking in the moment, trying to imprint it in their memories forever. It would haunt him, crush her, and forever change the routine of their idea of love.