Colton's promise has been kept when he parks his motorcycle in his driveway within minutes. As soon as I let go of him, my whole body feels cold. I climb off of the bike, and after kicking the stand in place, he does the same. The rain is still pouring so I'm a little hesitant on giving him back his jacket. I take it off and hand it to him and he gives me back my apron.

"Thank you," I say and he just nods, turning to walk to his front door. "Colton wait," I call out to him. He turns back around to face me. "I just wanted to apologize again, for earlier." I say quickly.

"You shouldn't have done that," he says, running his hands through his wet hair. "You don't just go picking around someone's past. Okay?"

"I know, and I'm sorry. It won't happen again," I tell him. "So can we try being friends, again?" I ask and he smiles.

"Why do you want to be my friend so badly?" he laughs. That's a good question.

"I don't know, we're neighbors so I think we should be, and honestly I really miss my spot on your roof," I say.

He looks confused and says, "My roof?"

"Yeah, you see that spot right outside your window?" I point in between our houses where out bedroom windows face each other. "Right there is where you get the perfect view of the moon every night."

"Oh really?" he asks and I nod. "Well I guess that sucks for you cause that's my spot now," he shrugs and I look shocked. He laughs and the beautiful sound fills my ears. His laugh is genuine and kind, like a child's.

"Where the hell have you been all day?" Colton's face immediately stiffens when his father comes out of the house. He turns around to face his father. "And why the hell are you just standing out in the rain?" Walt asks.

Colton stays quiet, so I speak up, "I'm sorry sir, it's my fault, I kept him out."

Colton turns and shoots me a look.

"Ah, Camryn," Walt says.

"I think you should get inside," Colton says, tuning around to face me, "I'll talk to you later," he whispers. He turns back around and walks into his house without even looking at his father.

I still get an uneasy feeling when I see him, so I fake a quick smile and cross over onto my lawn and into my house. Colton never seems to like when his dad is around him. I wonder if it's a typical teenager thing, but then again, Colton's not your typical teenager. It's as if he's as uneasy as I am when he's around.

I run up to my room to change out of my clothes and take a shower. Before getting undressed, I send my mom a text saying I'm already home and don't need a ride. She replies two seconds later saying they're already on their way home.

I take a hot shower and the steam relaxes my body, reminding me of how tired I am. Thank god tomorrow's Friday and it's late start at school. I grab my phone and make sure to change my alarm to go off exactly one hour later than usual. Yay, more sleep.

I hear the front door open and walk downstairs to ask my parents about their date. When I reach the bottom of the stairs I see my dad taking off my mother's coat. "So, how was it?" I smile at them.

"Short," my dad sighs.

"I know, what are you guys doing back so early?" I check the time on my phone and it's a little after eight o'clock.

"Why don't you ask your mother," he says. He starts for the stairs and I let him pass me. I raise my brow at my mom and she sighs.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Well we were at dinner, and work kept calling. Your father told me to ignore the calls, but I couldn't. And they asked if I would be able to be in at work tomorrow by six in the morning," she explains. I agree with my dad when he said to not answer the phone. My mom should know by now that her work only calls her to see if she can switch her good hours for shitty ones.

"What did you say?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Of course I said yes, I had to," she says. What the hell is Nordstrom doing open that early anyways? I can understand why my dad's upset. He planned a nice date and it had to be cut short so my mom could get rest for her early shift.

Before walking back upstairs I ask, "What was the surprise?"

My mom looks to her feet and says, "We didn't have time to get to the surprise." Oh. My mom sets my keys on the table next to the door and walks off into the kitchen. I can tell she feels bad. I follow her into the kitchen and she's warming herself some food. Did they not even make it to dinner? What were that doing the entire time I was at work?

I take a seat at the island in the kitchen and ask, "There's always next weekend."

She lets out a sigh and says, "I know, hey what are you doing home from work so early?" She catches me off guard and I choke on the air. I don't want to tell her what really happened because she'd surly make her way to Nova's house and kick her ass. My mom has always been so protective of me for obvious reasons and she willing to go the extra mile to make sure her baby's okay.

After my small cough attack I say, "Oh, they actually scheduled too many people to work tonight so there wasn't really any need for me to be there, so Abel sent me home."

"Well you shouldn't lose hours because they're dumb and over-schedule," my mom huffs, "I should give them a call."

"No!" I say too quickly. "I mean, mom I'm 16 with my own job, I don't need my mom to call my work for me." I've been getting better at thinking fast on my feet. I'm getting better at lying. I can't tell if it's a good or bad thing, but right now it's working in my favor.

"You're right," she says, pulling her food out of the microwave. I tell her I'm tired and that I'm going to bed and she kisses me on the forehead. I walk up the stairs and decide that I should talk to my dad too. Their room is on the other side of the hall from mine. There's a guest bedroom and another bathroom between our rooms that use to be mine when I was younger, but as I got older I naturally wanted to get as far away from them as possible and have a bigger room with a private bathroom. Typical teenager mindset.

I knock before entering his room and he's sitting on the bed, removing his shoes. "Hey kiddo," he says, looking up at me.

"Hey dad, take it easy on mom tonight, she feels bad enough already," I tell him. I like to get straight to the point with my dad or else his mind would wander. He tells me that whenever I talk to a man, always be straight forward or they most likely won't listen to you at all. He also says to keep stories short because the guy probably isn't paying attention anyway.

I haven't really needed to use his advice with anyone other than him because it's not like other boys are lining up to talk to me. I am still grateful for the life lesson, though.

"I know," he sighs, "it's just we didn't even make it to the restaurant." I'm about to ask him which one but then I remember that was probably the surprise. I'd want to keep it that way, just in case he still wants to take her on the next day off they have together. "I'll be nice, I promise," he says.

"Good," I smile. I give him a kiss on the cheek and start for the door.

"I knew we picked a good one," he says as I reach the door. "Your mom wanted a boy, but no, I said that's my little girl right there, and took you home." I smile back at him for his joke. I know I was their only choice, but it makes me happy that he still makes me feel wanted. As if there were other babies, and they picked me because there was something special about me.

My parents don't make me feel like I was just some leftover thrown at them. They make me feel like they won the lottery and I was the grand prize, and that is why I never feel ashamed when people make fun of me. I don't even feel as if I was unwanted by my birth parents. I feel like they wanted what was best for me, even if it meant it wasn't with them. Not everyone can give up their child, but my real parents did it for my best interest and if that's not love I don't know what is.

I make my way to my room on the other side of the house and close the door behind me. My muscles ache as I lay down on my bed. It feels as if I worked out or something even though I hadn't. The sound of the rain hitting my window is soothing and I feel myself drifting into sleep.

Before my mind is at rest along with my body, I hear noises coming from outside my window. I slowly try to open my eyes, but they dart open when the noises get louder. I sit up in my bed and try to listen. The rain is muffling the noise but I still try to make out what I'm hearing.

I move the curtain out of my way to look outside, and then tear it off completely, throwing it to the floor. I open my window slightly, allowing only a little bit of water to come through. I realize that the noise is yelling coming from next door. I can't see anything past Colton's window because he has a curtain covering his also. I listen harder.

The yelling is getting louder. They're moving. I try to form words but the sounds are too broken. I hear a slam and I think it was to a room. Colton's maybe. I'm still starring out the window when I see Colton's curtain jerk back.

Shit. I throw my head back onto my pillow. Shit.

Someone saw me. I don't know if it was Colton or his father, and neither of the choices are good. I almost shout when I hear tapping on my window. I close my eyes and pretend whoever it is isn't there. I can't hide because I took off my damn curtain, so whoever it is can see me laying down. It's safe to say I'm scared shitless. I realize I left my window open a little so I peak to see if whoever tapped is still there. The rain makes the view out the window blurry, I can't see who it is.

I jump off my bed when I see hands reaching in the crack to open the window further. I turn my light on and try to scream but I can't find my voice. The person lifts the window all the way open and kicks their leg through and onto my bed. I'm absolutely mortified until they finally get their head through the window. It's Colton.

I'm still in shock and a little scared to say anything, but Colton shoots his head up at me and whispers, "Turn off the light!" As soon as I hear his voice, I'm snapped out of my paralyzed state and do as he says. I turn the light back off and he's now completely in my room, closing the window.

He quietly shuts it and frantically searches around him for something. "Give me the curtain," he whispers. I quickly grab it from the floor and he puts it back up in its place. The way he is acting is scaring me even more. Why is he here?

After he covers the window completely he climbs off of my bed and faces me. "What are you doing?!" I say a little too loudly.

"Shhhhh! Please be quiet," he begs quietly. He is completely soaked, wearing only red checkered boxers, a gray t-shirt, and white socks. He looks so fragile.

We hear a Bang! and Colton and I both jump. He darts back to the window and peaks through. I try to focus on the problem at hand, and not the fact that this is the first time I have a boy in my room. I should feel scared, but all I'm worried about is if my room is clean. Luckily I cleaned it yesterday so everything in here looks good. Focus Camryn! I tell myself.

Colton moves away from the window and sits on my bed, his back resting against the wall. I lock the door to my room and walk over to him.

"What's going on?" I ask, much quieter this time. Colton looks up at me, he looks tired and I wonder what time it is.

"What, you weren't able to tell by spying on me?" he asks harshly. I'm taken aback by his tone due to the fact that he's in my room. I raise my brow at him and cross my arms. "I'm sorry," he huffs, "I just don't feel like dealing with my dad's yelling tonight." He says.

I'm still standing by the bed and I unfold my arms, "Oh," I say. "What'd you do to make him yell?" His face darts up at me and his eyes go cold.

"What makes you think I did something to make him so angry?" he snaps, getting off the bed.

"I'm sorry, I just assumed..."

"Assumed what? God!" He's pacing my room now, "You, you just..." he stutters. "Just when I think I could possibly like you, you go and say shit like that!" His tone is scary, but I'm hung on the fact that he said he thinks he likes me. Isn't it too early for that, it hasn't even been a week. "And why the fuck were you looking through your window? I thought I told you to mind your damn business!" I never knew someone could whisper so harshly.

"I heard screaming so naturally I wanted to see what the hell was going on!" I say back to him. He stops pacing and turns to face me. "Look, I'm sorry, again, but you didn't have to come here if you didn't want to."

"It was my only choice, okay," he says, his tone much softer. "I just don't know what makes him so mad," he whispers so quietly, I barely hear him. I make my way to sit at the head of my bed and cross my legs. Seeing his mood change right in front of my face amazes me.

He stays standing and I say, "You can sit. If you want." I pat a spot on the bed and he looks at me and then the spot. He climbs on and sets his back on the wall again, next to the window. We're quiet for a few moments and I wonder if he can hear my heart pounding. Hopefully the sound of the rain saves me.

I don't know why I'm so nervous. This is honestly the closest I've ever been with a boy. I look at Colton and he's staring at his hands in his lap. "What are you thinking?" I ask. He looks up at me and stares for a moment. His hazel eyes seem to be glowing in the dark, they're so beautiful.

"I'm thinking..." he looks down at the bed, "I may have gotten your bed wet." Something inside of me deflates. I thought he was going to open up, but he lets me down. And he wonders why I snoop around.

"Oh, it's fine," I say. I grab my phone off the counter next to my bed to check the time.

"What time is it?" he asks.

"10:30," I say. It's still early, well earlier than I thought. But I'm still exhausted, today has been one long day.

After an eternity of silence, Colton finally speaks up. "I was about to go to sleep," he says. I look up and he's still starring at his hands. "He just came in, trying to yell at me for some bullshit, and I knew you'd probably be able to hear since I hear everything you do." Oh my god, he heard mine and Aimee's phone call. Colton continues, "So I walked downstairs, knowing he'd follow me. But then he... anyways, I came back upstairs and wanted to get away. I wasn't planning on coming here, but when I saw you snooping," he looks up at me and half smiles, "I thought 'why not?'"

He's staring at me with those beautiful eyes of his and I feel like I'm in a trance. Like he has me under some kind of spell. These feelings are all extremely new to me and I don't know how to act. He mentioned earlier he thought he liked me, but that could be as a friend. Why would this beautiful creature want the social reject. That's the thing, he wouldn't.

I involuntarily yawn, and immediately cover my mouth with my hand. "Your tired," he says, "I should go." He shifts his body forward.

"No," I say quickly. I am tired, but I don't want him to go back to his house. "You can stay, you don't have to go back there," I tell him. He raises both his eyebrows at me.

"Okay," he says, but he still gets off the bed. "You can sleep, I'll sit on the floor until I think it's okay for me to go back." He sits against the wall directly in front of the bed and leans his head back.

"Okay," I agree. I scoot my butt down the bed and lay down, getting comfortable. I can feel the wet spot on the bed where he was sitting. The coolness actually feels good against my now warm body. I want to tell Colton goodnight, but it's too late, sleep took over.

I wake up again due to movement on my bed. I open my eyes and see Colton opening the window. He looks down on me and says, "Shit, sorry, go back to sleep. I'll see you in the morning Camryn." And he's out the window and closes it behind him.

I smile at the way my name sounds coming from his mouth. I think that's the first time I've ever heard him say it. It's like music to my ears, and I could listen to it all day. I could feel myself wanting him more and more.

He's like a drug, and I'm scared I'm going to get addicted.