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Author's Note: Listen to Blue Moon to get the feel of this chapter! :D This Chapter's kinda short but I love it. Sparks are flying everywhere!! :D If you have problems with the visualizing, feel free to ask questions, okay? :) Reviews are welcome!

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Chapter 13

"Close your eyes, please," I requested, laughing a bit.
"Do I really have to?" he asked beaming at me.
"You should," I said sticking my tongue at him.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes before shutting them. I held onto his free arm and led him inside the last room at the end of the hall. I switched the lights on.

"You can open your eyes now," I said gently.

He did as he was told. He looked shocked as he took in what he saw around him. We were in the most special room in the house. I never really named it anything, since there was no need to, but judging by the contents of the room, it was more of an art place.

The room's east wall was filled with books of various genres. I had my parents mail my collection to me since I'd be staying here for years. On the west and south walls were paintings and photographs of various artists I looked up to. On the north wall was a television screen and various media-playing devices. Stacked with those were various films on DVD. On the center of the wooden floor was a two-foot deep hollow space (I often called it my ditch). It was square-shaped and six by six feet in length – kind of like a shallow swimming pool, only it's made of wood and doesn't contain water. Scattered inside the pit were pillows of various colors.

The most eye-catching feature of the room was the ceiling. The ceiling was made entirely of glass – from the room, you could stargaze. I enjoyed staying here when it rained, just listening to the taps from above.

"Wow," was all he could say after the long pause.
"Thank you," I laughed.

I gestured for him to make himself comfortable inside the ditch. He took the hint and sat on one of the blue pillows. I walked to the north side of the room, placed a random disc inside the player and pressed play. An intricate piano intro started playing as I sat in front of him inside the ditch. We both smiled and started eating our desserts.

"Blue moon," he sang suddenly after we had eaten. "You know just what I was there for."
"You saw me saying a prayer for," I sang along, swaying slightly. "Someone I really could care for."
"And then there suddenly appeared before me," he continued, and then in a whisper said, "The only one my arms will ever hold."

As he sang those lines, he cast me an enigmatic, yet somehow sticky, look that made my heart go thump-thump-thump. He looked at me as if he were saying Frank Sinatra's words to me. I, of course, knew better. This wasn't the case. He was just a really good singer who could blend with the music.

When the stare did not end, I put my dessert plate on the floor (two feet higher than the floor I sat on) and lied down. He followed suit. I stared at the sky, hoping he was doing the same. I wish he didn't glace at me as much as I glanced at him coz all this was making me nervous. I was determined to not sneak a glimpse of him every so often. I looked up to the moon, which was, to my amusement, blue. This was a rare phenomenon and it's too funny a coincidence that I noticed this as the song Blue Moon was playing.

"Blue moon," I heard him whisper.

I didn't know if he was singing or talking to the moon. He seemed to be doing both. Maybe he was singing to the moon.

"Now I'm no longer alone," he continued in a hushed tone. Funny, he actually sounded grateful.
"The moon is blue," I said.
"Rarely happens. We're lucky to have seen it," he mused.
"Thank you," I said suddenly.
"What for?"
"For being here so I wouldn't be alone tonight."

I didn't know what made me say it but I did. I felt his piercing stare though my eyes never left the moon. I could feel his warm hand beside mine, slightly touching. Then, without warning, he slid his hand on top of mine. I was surprised by this, but somehow, it felt right. I shifted my hand's position till our fingers were intertwined. That moment, I silently thanked the moon for this entity beside me. And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold.