His name was Conner Flaherty. We were both 13 years old when we met. I was staying with my grandma for a summer. My mother, of course, thought I was just visiting, but that summer was the summer that my grandmother taught me everything I needed to know about being a witch. Conner was my grandma's neighbor. One evening, after my grandma had gone to sleep, I was sitting on her porch. Little did I know that he was sitting on his porch as well. I swear I had never even heard him go outside. I never heard him come to the steps of my grandma's porch, either. He did it in one swift motion that I didn't even notice. You would think I would have been able to hear his footfalls, but I didn't.
"Hi" He startled me with this one word; to the point where I fell of the bench I was sitting on.
"Where'd you come from?" I asked, trying not to sound frightened, mean, or embarrassed. After falling off the bench you could only imagine how embarrassed I was.
"I live next door. I was sitting on my porch; I saw you over here and thought I would accompany you." He said.
"Okay." I said hesitantly.
"Well, my name's Conner in case you were wondering."
"Rayne."
"That's a unique name. I like it." He said trying not to blush. For me I couldn't even try. My face reddened to the point where I had to look away before he noticed.
"So how long are you staying with your grandmother?" He asked trying to make it seem like he never saw me blush.
"For the whole summer." It never occurred to me that I had never told him I was staying with my grandma, but then again it was a small town that she lived in. And in case I hadn't mentioned this before, the night I met him it had been the third night I was there.
"That's nice. Umm, you don't see your grandmother very much?" He asked trying to make small talk.
"Sometimes on Holidays, but we live in separate states so it's kind of hard. Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, I'll answer pretty much anything." He said trying to sound nonchalant.
"Why are you talking to me?" I asked this hesitantly trying to make sure it didn't sound rude. But right before he could answer I said "Not that I mind or anything. It's just that you startled me when came over, and I don't know."
"Why wouldn't I talk to you?" He said grinning. God, how I loved that grin, it was kind of a slanted grin. The one side of his mouth would go up like in a half smile. And of course, I started to blush. He laughed and said, "You blush a lot don't you?" Which made me blush more.
"I guess you could say that. How old are you, Conner?" I asked, thoroughly interested in learning everything about him. He was just so unlike every other guy I'd ever seen. His hair was dark brown, darker than mine, practically black. It hung a little above his shoulders, and kind of wavy. Oh how I just wanted to run my fingers through his hair. The color of his eyes seemed to change. I can see very well in the dark, one of my many weird talents. Those eyes were amazing. They'd go from dark green to almost a bluish green to a light green just like that. They were gorgeous.
"I'm 13. Why? How old are you?"
"Just wondering. I'm 13 as well." And of course I blushed for no absolute reason.
After that night on my grandmother's porch we were basically inseparable. Every night we met on my grandmother's porch and we would sit and talk for hours. During the day, after my lessons with grandma, we would go on walks, hikes, or even just sit in my grandma's front yard and talk about anything and everything. Then the day came when I had to leave to go home. For the past week he had been shortening each visit he had with me. The last night I was there, I sat on the porch and waited for him, at around 12 o'clock that night he finally showed up. I started to cry right when I saw him. Which was unusual for me because I've never cried in front of some one before, let alone a boy. But when I looked into his eyes, they too had tears in them. He held me that night, for I think what was 3 hours. Then, we finally said our goodbyes. I went into the house and cried myself to sleep.