Later that night I was in my bed. I'd climbed up the fire escape again to avoid my father. I wasn't really sure how I felt anymore... I was torn between love for my father and hatred. I thought back to a time I would always remember. I was about three and my father had taken me on a walk in the city. He held my hand and took me through the crowded streets. I walked by the World building. It didn't mean that much to me at the time. I just called it the big building and I always asked my father If I could live there one day (I thought it was an apartment building). I wasn't sure why I remembered this moment but it was my father, my real father.

I herd a knock at my window snapping me out of my thoughts. I felt a chill go down my spine from shock and fear. I looked around my for a weapon jus in case someone I didn't know... While looking trough a draw I found an old candle stick that I used to use before my gas lamps. I walked to the window tightly holding the candle stick in my hand. I opened the shades.

Jack was standing in my fire escape. I opened the window.

"Jack, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I just wanted to see you." He said. "Whats the candle stick for?"

"Nothing. I was just... Well, I was worried you were someone else." I laughed.

He smiled. I found myself lost in his eyes again. I snapped myself out of it though.

"Do you want to come inside?" I asked him.

"Yeah sure." He answered as he stepped trough the window.

He looked around the room studying it.

"Nice place you got here." He said.

"Thank you."

I smiled at him.

"I never really ever seen a place like this."

"Really? It's not special or anything-"

"Your kidding me right? This place it's..." He searched for the word "amazing!"

I sat on my bed. The thought that Jack had come to see me out of his own spare time when he could have done anything else made me feel important. I'd never considered myself important before. I'd never thought of myself so special in a persons life that they wanted to be with me when ever possible.

"You've got to have some more friends like me right?"I asked.

"No."

I was surprised. I was sure that more people who were rich like me liked Jack. He was cheery and exciting and different from everything I knew.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well your different from anyone I know that's rich like you. Anyone else like you wouldn't want to talk to a street rat like me."

"Don't call yourself that! Your a great man. A really great man."

He looked down at his shoes.

"You mean it? Really?" He asked surprised.

"Of corse."

He looked up at me and into my eyes.

"People don't really think of me that way."

"Well I do. I always thought so."

He smiled at me.

"Sit with me." I said.

His smile got wider as he accepted.

"Jack sometimes I wish I lived a life like yours." I said.

"Why is that?"

I leaned my head on his shoulder. And made an exaggerated sigh like I was to tired to sit up straight.

"It's a long story."

He was so easy to talk to. It was so much different than what I knew. Comfortable and simple. Everything seemed so easy. He made me feel so safe.

"I've got the time."He said. "Come on, you can tell me."

He smiled down at me.

"Jack it's pretty personal..."

"If thats what you want."

I felt him put his arm around me. I felt the heat go to my cheeks.

"Jack you're so easy to talk to." I said smiling.

"What do you mean?"

"It's simple with you..." I searched for the words to explain. "It's seems so easy. I don't have any rules with you. I don't have to be told constantly to sit up straight or not to stay out late. It makes me feel like I'm two!"

He laughed. I wanted time to stop so that moment would be there forever. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door.

"Maria?" The voice said. I could tell it was my father. "Are you alright in there?I hear voices, who are you talking to?

I gasped. I'd completely forgotten my parents even existed! Jack seemed to have that effect on me.

"Hide in the closet! I'll get the door." I whispered.

As Jack slipped into my closet I hurried to the door.

"Maria?" Father asked.

"I'm coming."

I opened the door.

"Yes father?" I asked.

He looked around the room, inspecting it for anything out of the ordinary.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked trying to get him away as quickly as I could.

"Oh nothing. Just watching out for my child."

Hearing that made my blood boil.

"Thank you. I should be getting ready for sleep." I said trough clenched teeth.

I shut the door no longer caring about talking to my father. I could feel myself drifting farther and farther away from him. I hurried to the closet and opened it.

"Jack, he's gone." I said.

"You got some nice stuff in there. Remind me to never piss you off."He joked.

I laughed. When I was with Jack I always let down my walls. Some people might think that he just broke through them, but I wouldn't put it that way. He was bright, charming, interesting and likable.

"I really better be going it's getting late." Jack said.

I was disappointed about him going.

"Okay... I'll miss you."

"No worries. I'll see you tomorrow right?" He gave me one of his grins.

"Yeah I'll be there." I smiled back.

He wrapped his arms around me. I blushed. I didn't expect him to hold me.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He whispered.

With that he crawled out of the window. I watched him climb down the fire escape. I watched him until he was just a dot in the distance.