Chapter two


I woke up late that night on the window seat. How did I get here. I sat up and looked over at Liam. He was reading on the folding bed. I looked at the blanket over me and wondered. I couldn’t have gotten here by myself how did I get here?

“Oh your up.” Liam said.

“Ya how did I get from the chair to here?”

“I carried you.” He turned a page.

“Oh. You could lift me?”

“Your not that heavy.” He looked up smiling at me.

“Ya I guess. Thanks.”

“Your welcome.” He smiled again and turned back to his book.

“Whatcha reading?”

“To Kill a Mocking Bird.”

“Cool.”

“Ya.” I laid down again.

“You can see the river from here. It’s a beautiful night.” I said looking out the window.

“You can. I’ve seen more beautiful things though.” He said walking over to the window.

“Like what?” He shrugged at the question.

“Stuff.”

“Like what?” I asked again.

“People.”

“What kind of people?”

“Girls.”

“Anyone in particular?”

“Someone.”

“Who?”

“Someone.”

“That’s so clear.”

“I don’t have to be clear.”

“To me you do.”

“Too bad.” He smiled a cocky smile.

“Your not nice.”

“Who says I have to be nice?”

“Me.”

“Since when do I listen to you?”

“I don’t know.”

“My point exactly.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

“Fine then.” I fell asleep that night with him standing behind me smiling looking out the window thinking of his mystery girl. Soon I would discover her identity. At least I hope I would.