Later on that night after dinner I told my parents I was very tired, and I escaped to my room to read for a little bit. After reading my much-abused copy of Leroux's version of The Phantom of the Opera, I turned out my light and lay in the dark with the covers over me. I must have fallen asleep because I then woke up to the feeling of cold fingers soothing my hair and rubbing my cheek. I rolled over thinking maybe it was just my mom or dad. When I looked up I saw someone standing next to my bed. With my good sight I could see the body but I couldn't make out the persons face, but right away for some reason I knew who it was.

"Conner?"

"I figured you would know its me." He said. I sat up in bed and looked at the clock on my nightstand. It was 3:15 in the morning.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, completely confused.

"I know it's a weird time to show up out of nowhere, but I've been watching you since you got here. Don't ask how I knew you moved here. I'll explain everything soon enough." I was still sort of confused, but at the moment all I wanted to do was hold him. He crawled onto the bed and sat next to me.

"Well, that would explain the weird feelings I've been having since I got here. God, Conner, I've missed you so much."

"I know I've missed you, too. I've wanted to come see you, but I couldn't. I had to wait for the right time. I still shouldn't be here, now, but I couldn't wait any longer. Wait, what feelings?"

"Just me being paranoid, but I don't understand. What do you mean you shouldn't be here right now?" I said trying not to blush because I felt like a little kid again.

"Like I said, I will explain everything when the time is right, but for right now I just want to be with you." He slowly pulled me unto his chest and we laid there like that for what must have been at least a half an hour. Finally, I had to ask a question that was gnawing in the back of my brain.

"Conner, can I ask you something without you laughing or thinking I'm crazy?" I asked cautiously, lifting my head off of his chest so that I could look him in the eye.

"Yeah, ask away."

"Okay, I'm just going to come out with it. What would you say if I told you I'm a witch?"

"I had a feeling you were because well, one day I went over to your grandmothers house early to see you and I looked through the window and I swear I saw you move something without even touching it." He said hoping he didn't sound like an idiot.

I said, "well, the truth is, is that I probably did move it with my mind. I've done it many times, so, I'm sure you caught me in the act one of them. But you're not mad? Or creeped out? Or anything along those lines?"

"No, how could I when my secrets are far worse. But forget about me. What other powers do you have?" He asked thoroughly interested.

"Well, the main power is to move things with my mind, which you witnessed. The other main power I have is to well I can read minds. I know it sounds nuts, but for some reason I can read anyone's mind I want to if I single them out, but I can't read yours. And well I can cast the common spell, and I can heal people and myself. And I have very strong senses. I mean I can see almost perfectly in the dark, smell anything " I said cautiously, waiting for him to jump up and just run away from me, but he didn't.

"Why do you think it is that you can't read my mind?" He asked curiously, and almost cautiously.

"I'm not sure. I remember back when we were kids my grandmother wanted me to test it out on some one around my age so I tried on you, but it didn't work. It was just blank, and I couldn't hear anything. Don't you remember when I would just stare at you and get a confused look on my face?"

"Now that you say that, I think I do remember that. I think I know why you can't hear my thoughts, but right now isn't a good time to tell you." He said looking away from me.

"Conner, after what I just told you, how can you just lay there and expect me not to be hurt by the fact that you can't trust me with your secret?" I asked trying to hide the fact that tears had risen behind my eyes.

"I don't know. It's just that I care too much for you, Rayne. More than you can imagine. And you knowing this secret could hurt you more than you know."

"That's not fair." I said, knowing I sounded like a five year old.

"I will tell you when the time is right, that is if you don't figure it out on your own." After he said this I laid my head back onto his chest.

"Conner, my mom is going with my dad to work tomorrow because she's going to be his secretary, now, so will you stay tonight with me, and then we can talk all day tomorrow?" I asked this hoping to god like a little child that he wouldn't leave me, not now.

"God, I wouldn't dream of leaving you. I'll stay, I promise." Somehow he just knew that I would ask him if he promised this. After that we laid there. I listened to his heartbeat, which slowly put me to sleep.