Feeling lonesome was easy for you at night. You usually slept fine but there was always those few days where you just longed for a midnight conversation. You purposely kept your curtains open to look across the way at the boy next door who was none other than Ricky Nelson. You two were lifelong friends and you had an insane crush on him. You knew that he knew but you didn't have it in you to confess.

You looked into his bedroom to see his bedside lamp was on. He was sitting up in his bed and writing away in one of his song books. You knew that the longer you stared he would eventually look over. He put his book down and turned to look out the window to see you. He gave one of his shy smiles before holding up his hand. He grabbed his robe and made his way downstairs to the back door.

He hopped over the short picket fence and made his way into your back door. He walked quietly up the stairs and slowly opened your door and closed it behind him.

He wore blue pajama pants and a white tee shirt with his navy blue robe tied loosely around him. He draped it over your chair and sat at the foot of the bed.

"Can't sleep either?" You two have slept in the same bed many times before, on trips or when you went on tour with him.

He pulled the corner of the sheets up and got in next to you. His short brown hair fell over your extra pillow. He opened his arms for you to lay in.

"What's got you up this time?" He asked tired. You looked into his eyes before looking at the blank ceiling.

"Nothing in particular. Just thinking."

"What about?" You inhaled deeply. It was now or never.

"You," now it was his turn to take a deep breath.

"Me?" You nodded, not looking at him.

"Nights like this I get lonesome. I crave a conversation and naturally I crave you."

"Crave me?"

"Just like this right now. Where I can lay my head on your chest and just feel like the rest of the world is gone. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to kiss you even just once."

He moved my hair to the side before shifting himself to look into my eyes. He stared at my lips and I knew what would happen next. His lips attached to mine in a passionate way. My first kiss.

"If I only knew you felt the same." he said and held you tighter than before.