The whole week I had kept thinking about what if. What if he Jack was my soul mate? What if I should go out with Jack? What if Beau really was a player? I had to admit to myself that Beau was the only guy I had ever considered beautiful, gorgeous. Beau was gorgeous but he did seem smug. Even Jack seemed less smug than Beau. Besides I would never see Beau again, I thought to myself over and over again.

I couldn't help it, but my mind replayed the day I saw Beau so many times in my head. It had been magical. The sun, for once, looked as amazing as the moon. Then, bam, I look to my side and find the most gorgeous creature alive. He even drew a picture of me. He threw it away of course, but he did it.

I didn't even know Beau but he had cut me, and I was bleeding. He didn't know it, but I was bleeding. The drawings got even more eerie during the passage of time. I drew eyes, lips, and even hands. It was as if I was possessed. Every time I tried to draw the moon, somehow it turned out as something else.

It was absurd to be thinking so much about Beau. I knew it was, and I had never done that before. I had never even liked a guy before. The worst part was that I couldn't control it. There was something in me that held hope for an accidental meeting or something. I couldn't help but keep a piece of hope in my body for a rainy day.

When the weekend came along, I was receiving Jack phone calls. Martha had caller id so I was able to ignore his calls. I wanted to get away, to leave. It was Saturday night, and I had been cleaning Martha's all day. I wanted nothing more than to escape the Tormentors. I hated being around them; they always were bossing me around. When they weren't bossing me around they were bossing each other around. Darrell called a few times for me, and we spoke a bit. My relationship with Darrell was never father daughter but we did get along as friends.

The night was growing, and it was looking beautiful. The moon was going to be a waning crescent. I wanted to try to draw a moon without making a Beau body part. I needed to watch this peacefully, without any Tormentor interruption. I decided to escape the Hell House. I waited for Martha, and Vanity to fall asleep to leave the house.
It wasn't difficult to escape at all. The night was beautiful, and I watched it grow the whole way to the ballpark. The park was isolated as usual, and more perfect than before. I noticed how there were no lights near, making the night shine brighter.

I sat in the middle of the park, and sketched. The only sound around me was the wind gently bristling around me. One of my favorite parts of nighttime was the wind that blew against my hair. In Hudson the wind didn't blow exactly as well as in Oklahoma but it was still nice.

My sketch was almost done when a nice breeze-somewhat like the ones in Oklahoma-brushed my cheeks. I lifted my head to look at the beautiful moon, but it wasn't there. The moon had been stolen. I heard a footstep, and stood up quickly. It took me one glance to see the person behind me. I was frozen still.

Beau was standing before me with an uneasy expression. He gave me an impish smile. "Sorry." His voice was incredibly soothing. He was standing about ten feet away, and I could still feel his breath against my cheeks. His voice was low, and husky. It made my whole body tingle.

I rushed past him, and he grabbed my arm. His skin was warm, but I noticed that the enjoyable breeze was around him. I looked up at his incredibly beautiful face, trying not to make eye contact.

I couldn't help it; they were beautiful. His eyes looked even more stunning at night. There was something in them, this night, which made me shiver. His eyes held the moon. I could easily notice the moon in his eyes. My eyes flashed behind me, and there it was. The waning moon was in his eyes the same way I had drawn them. My jaw fell.

He loosened his grip as if something had hit him internally. "You don't have to go," he murmured. His cool minty breath flew around me, teasing me.

He gave me the same smug smile he had before. I shuddered, and shook him off. "Actually I do."

I heard footsteps behind him, and noticed a girl coming towards us. "Beau, come on. I don't have all day." She was completely Pleasantvillian. I could see her cheerleader style, and laugh. Her hair was dark brown, the irises of her eyes were dark green and it went growing to a light green. Her cheekbones too prominent, making her looks anorexic. Her tiny body didn't help in the least. She was ever Pleasantvillian's dream girlfriend.

She skipped her way to his side. It was then that I noticed she was almost wearing panties. She had a small tiny skirt on, and a tied up blouse. Her very skinny muscular belly was visible. Her hair was down, to her back length. She stared at Beau with dreamy eyes, the same ones I knew I used. "Who's she?" Her voice was high, as if she was cheerleading right then.

He looked down at the tiny girl for the first time, but looked back at me quickly. He was taller than I imagined, he had to be about 6'5 or so. His body was extremely perfect, completely carved and strapping. "I don't know yet. What's your name?"

Again his breath caressed my cheeks making me unable to think clearly. "I-I'm sorry. Confidential." I rushed past them without one more glance back. I heard the girl mumble profanities. He was obviously a player, and liked Pleasantvillian girls. That made it easier for me to forget him, well.

I looked all over the place for my sketchpad, and couldn't find it anywhere. I looked under the bed, under the pillows, everywhere. It wasn't anywhere in Martha's. I was about to panic when I remembered two nights before. The night I was so distracted by Beau that I forgot to pick up whatever I left on the ground. I slapped myself, literally. I had left my sketchpad of drawings of him, on the ground. I couldn't believe it. There was no punishment enough.

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