CHAPTER 3

It's Friday night, and sadly, I find that I am doing nothing but staring at my ceiling and eating Skittles. I throw a red one up and see if I can catch it in my mouth. It hits the ceiling, and plops straight down into my awaiting jaws. "Mm…" I sigh--the red ones are my favorite. I throw another one up and aim to catch it.

"Katy, dinner's ready!" Shelly yells up to me from the kitchen downstairs. I get so startled that as the Skittle comes down, it lodges itself into my throat.

"I'll be down in a minute, Shell!" I yell back down to her after I've finished gagging on the killer Skittle. I get up from my bed and head downstairs, smelling something delicious in the air. Shelly is actually an amazing cook, and I guess tonight was pot roast--which is good because I was rethinking the Skittles after my little accident. Plus, those things are like crack.

"So how was your day Katy?" Drew was always the one to say something first at the dinner table. He doesn't do too well in silence, and I'm not really into talking when I eat. It's probably because I like food a lot.

"It was fine…" I said, "Mm Shelly, this roast is so good." Closing my eyes for dramatic effect, I was hoping that Drew would let the small talk go.

Thankfully he did get the point because I got to finish my dinner in silence and went up to my room. I remembered that I was getting tired of the songs I had on my Ipod, so I needed to download some new ones. I normally wouldn't admit to a felony, but I love downloading music for free. Currently I don't have a favorite band, but every week, I try to find a new band that I don't know about and listen to a bunch of their songs. I like to have a wide range of things to like and try. That's probably why I don't really have a favorite anything. No favorite movie, drink, color, type of music, or food. I like to have my options open. It makes me feel like the world is unlimited to me. I downloaded a few songs, added them to my Ipod, and flipped to Black Roses Red by Alana Grace. I like to listen to soothing music at night when I'm getting ready for bed.

After I've taken a long hot shower and changed into my hello kitty pajamas, I'm just about ready for bed. I have to make sure I take out my contacts because sometimes I forget to do that and I wake up with burning, dry eyes. Oh, and of course I shouldn't forget to brush my teeth. Sometimes I get crazy about that. Ever since I got my braces off, I've been really picky about my teeth. They HAVE to be clean. I guess you could say I'm kind of paranoid about it.

In my bed and under the covers, it's silent. This is usually the time I like to think about things. Nothing in particular, really, just things. And no matter how hard I try not to, I start to think about Ian. I've been able to block out thoughts of him for the most part of the day, until now I guess.

I start to wonder why his eyes kind of look like they're seeing through me. And I start to think about his beautiful smile, and his amazing arms. Normally, I wouldn't care. I mean, they're just arms right? But he has a way of making you recognize it, and making you think about how strong he must be. His muscles aren't too big, though. Not big like Arnold Schwarzenegger, that's just not attractive at all. But they are nice. I keep thinking about him for a little while longer before I start to doze off. Maybe I'll dream about him again. I have been every night…

I was sleeping soundly in my bed (dreaming of Ian) and this annoying tapping sound wakes me up so I go to investigate. I looked down, but it was too dark to see anything.

"Hello…?" I call out. I feel kind of dumb because I must look like a blind person or something. I was craning my neck to try to see farther out the window.

"Katy! It's me!" Something calls out.

"Okay, yeah, that helps. Who's 'me'?"

"Oh, sorry. It's me Ian." The voice says.

"Yeah it's okay. It's dark out so I couldn't really see you." I wish I could though. I think to myself.

"Oh, I uh, have a black shirt on so it's probably hard to see me because it's dark…Obviously I didn't think this through. I'm sorry. I should have called or something. I just…I couldn't wait to see you again. It feels like it's been forever."

"Ian I just saw you at school today." I glance at the clock. It was 12:17 am. "I saw you like 10 hours ago." I laughed. I surprised me that he actually wanted to come and see me. But, I was glad.

"I know, I know, but hear me out. Did you really want to go all weekend without seeing this face?" he pointed at his own face and started making puppy dog eyes at me. He did it perfectly because it was so cute and I laughed out loud.

"Wow now that I've seen it, no I don't think that I could have survived the whole weekend without it." I say sarcastically. We both started laughing quietly. I hadn't really noticed that we were whispering. I hardly cared.

He spoke up, "So um…it is the middle of December. Are you going to keep me out here in the cold?" He didn't even look cold. He was wearing cargo shorts and a tight black T-shirt.

"Oh crap sorry! You must be freezing. Why aren't you wearing a jacket or something?" He just smiled.

"I'm flattered that you were worried about me. But it's okay. I adjust to temperature easily. I'm used to the cold." I raised my eyebrow.

"You lived in Texas and you're used to the cold?" He just looked at me and nodded. I laughed again. "Okay, whatever floats your boat. Climb on in, but try to be very quiet. Shelly and Drew are light sleepers." He started to climb in, though not quite as quietly as I would have liked. He was huge and hardly fit through my window.

"So Drew and Shelly are your parents? Why do you call them by their names?" He asked. I just shrugged.

"I'm adopted." I say. I pat the spot on my bed next to me and he sits down. I know he's going to ask why so I just tell the story.

"Wow I'm so sorry that happened to you. Things like that shouldn't happen to amazing people like you. You don't deserve it." He said. His green eyes were soft and sad, like he was in pain. Like he really, truly cared a lot.

"I hardly think I'm amazing…" I say. I've never really liked myself. I wasn't even special enough for my mom to want me. Then I looked up at Ian and saw that he almost looked mad.

"How do you not think that you're amazing? You are so funny and nice and modest and beautiful. I've only known you for a little while and I already think you are the most special person I have ever met. You're just so…I don't even have the words to describe it." I was speechless. I never really thought I'd be so special to anybody. But I didn't want to let myself believe it. He was too good to be true and when he realized that I'm not as special as he thought, and I'd lose him.

"I've never really had anyone say anything like that to me. If my own mother can't love me then I must be horrible. I can't be special at all." I said looking down.

"I wish you could see how you look in my eyes." He said, while pulling my face up so I could look into them. Again, it seemed like his eyes were staring straight into my soul. I could see the pain he felt for me.

"I don't want you to feel bad for me okay?" I said. "I have a good thing going for me here. I have Drew and Shelly, and I'm doing well in school."

"And now you have me. I'm going to be here for you no matter what. I never want you to feel like you're not special enough, because you're special to me and I will never leave your side Katy Martin." He whispered, holding one of my hands in both of his. He stretched over and kissed my forehead. I was kind of glad that he didn't kiss my lips. I'm still not too sure I could handle that at the moment.

I just sighed and we started talking about less heavier subjects. The night—well morning—went on. We talked and listened to music until about 6 in the morning.

"I should go before your parents wake up. I don't think they'd be too happy about a boy in your room at these hours." Ian said. He was right. It was starting to get light out again and Shelly and Drew would be up. They get up really early in the mornings. Plus, I was so tired—even though I hadn't noticed it until that moment. I was so engrossed in talking to him, that I wasn't really aware about anything else.

"Oh…I didn't even notice what time it was or anything." I was trying to stall a little bit. To be honest, I really didn't want him to go. I didn't think he want to go either.

"I know. I really enjoyed being with you. We need to do this more often. Maybe I can break into your house sometime again?" He said.

"Oh, yeah anytime." I smiled. He could break into my house every night for all I cared. He squeezed my hand and looked into my eyes for what seemed like a long time even though it was just a few seconds.

"Goodnight, Katy. Well, good morning I guess." He smiled. "I'm pretty sure we'll be seeing each other around soon enough." And with that he climbed out of my window into the dark. When did he think was soon enough? Tomorrow? At school? I couldn't wait to see him again.

I went to bed a few minutes after Ian left, and after I went through everything in my head at least five times. It's hard not to think of him when I can smell him everywhere. He smelled like fresh air. Maybe that's what he is to me. Maybe he's my air, and I desperately needed to breathe.

Yet another short chapter. I know I'm really slacking lol but i've just been so tired lately all the time and sleep a lot. But from now on i promise to deticate time everyday to this story to make it better any way that i can. Sam craves your reviews so please leave them!! even if it's not a positive one i need the critisizm!! Much love!!

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