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-She quickly climbed in her window, thankful that her room was on the first floor and not facing the street. Glancing along behind her, she caught sight of Christian leaning against the tree in the yard, making sure that she went in fine and flashed him a smile. She gave him a wave as soon as she was inside her room and closed her window, moving steathily through her room over to her computer, eager to write things down before she forgot the details. She turned it on and smiled contentedly to herself as she waited for it to warm up. Seeing her computer finally on, she logged into her account on the webpage and quickly pulled up the update page, practically bouncing in her seat from excitement-
I just had the best night of my life. Christian took me outside for our first real date outside the center. Of course, it wasn't easy. We had to sneak out. Now, before you lecture me, the place here is stifling and there's nothing to do. So, please understand. Besides, we didn't get caught. We could have, but we didn't. And that only added more excitement to our date. This is what happened.
Christian came knocking on my window around ten-thirty last night. The center's curfew is at ten and they do rounds around ten-fifteen before the entire place is out like a light. I was busy reading a book that Maybelle had been able to purchase for me when she went shopping when I heard the light tapping. I looked up and saw Christian standing at my window waving and smiling in my direction. I dropped my book and headed to the window, pushing it open. He looked really good. He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a light gray hooded sweater. He had with him a blanket and asked if I wanted to come outside with him. I told him he was crazy and that we'd get caught but he just smiled at me. He has this way of smiling at me that makes me feel completely secure around him. I reached out my hand to his and he quietly helped me out of my room. It was freezing outside so he took off his sweater and had me put it on, immediately warming me up. He's so thoughtful.
He led me to a park a block away from the center over to an overpass that overlooks the city. He spread out the blanket on the ground and we laid there side-by-side just watching the night sky. It's remarkable how brighter the stars seem when you're with someone you care about. He's a smart guy, too. I was surprised at how much he knew about stars. He pointed out all sorts of constellations in the sky and even renamed one after me. He gave me a grin, pointed out the hunter and whispered, "See that one, Sar? I'm renaming that one after you. So when we have to leave, I can always just look up and be reminded of you whenever I see that." I just looked at him and smiled. I may want to leave the center, but I don't want to leave him. A part of me has grown attached to him. He's very much the kind of guy that I've always needed to be with.
We laid there for hours and talked about our lives. I told him everything about me and my family. About my dad and how he left us to struggle on our own. I told him about my brothers and my mom, and I even spoke about Brody, Mandy, and their babies. I don't think I left anything out. In return, he told me about himself. He explained to me how his dad killed his mom when he was sixteen and then killed himself right after, leaving him to basically be on his own. The aunt that he had lived with ignored him for the most part and pretty much acted like he didn't exist. When he turned eighteen and graduated, he grabbed a good job at the local airport and when he had enough money, he moved out his aunt's house and into his own apartment. Then he told me the story of how he got involved with drugs. How he was evicted out his apartment because he couldn't scrape up enough money in time to pay rent and how he was homeless for a good long while. Then he discovered that he had another aunt and uncle, they brought him in but wanted him to get help with his addiction. He agreed. "And here I am," he had finished with his story, but even under the dim moonlight, I could see the pain of all those years alone shimmering in his eyes. I saw a glimmer of tears but he blinked and they were gone before I could really be sure. He smiled over at me and started asking me all sorts of questions about myself.
It was one of the most enjoyable conversations I'd ever had in a long time with anybody. He's such an amazing person, to be able to get by through life on his own and still come out okay. Sure, he slipped up there with the drugs, but people make mistakes. Nobody's perfect. I admire his stability. But mostly, I just admire him. He's very kind and very funny when you really talk to him. He acts really cool around people he doesn't know but when you really take the time to know him, you just can't help but be entranced. Plus, it doesn't hurt that he's very easy on the eyes. I've never met a guy with such interesting features. He's cute enough to be a model but he doesn't think he's very good looking. In fact, I've never seen him look in the mirror, if anything, I believe he avoids them. If I were that goodlookng, I'd be conceited. I mean, he's got these incredible dark eyes with these dark locks of wavy brown hair. And he's lean built with these broad expanse shoulders. These pouty looking lips that reveal perfectly straight white teeth when he smiles. He's very handsome.
So after talking and stargazing, I fell asleep. I woke up two hours later and found myself wrapped in his arms with his face pressed against my hair, breathing evenly, deep in sleep. I didn't want to wake him so I watched him sleep for a while until he opened his eyes and smiled at me. The sun was starting to rise over the city so we sat up and watched. It was the most romantic moments of my life. The sunrise was just more beautiful knowing that he was there besides me watching the exact same thing.
We snuck back to the center and as you can see, mine was successful. I just hope he didn't get caught. I wanted him to kiss me, because I wanted to know what it felt like to have him pressing his lips to mine but he didn't. He's too much of a gentleman. The furthest I got with him was a kiss on the cheek. That's kind of pathetic but I understand his need to take things slowly. I wonder what he'd say if I asked him to be my boyfriend? He'd probably flip.
-Hears a soft knock on her door and hears Shelley on the otherside, telling her to wake up for breakfast. She quickly hits the update button and fixes herself before heading outside towards the hospitality room. On the way, she bumps into Christian just getting out his room and shares a secret smile with him as they head to the room.-
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