When I First Met You...

Two long years ago:

I just moved back to my dad's. I was a little messed up in the head and starting another school at this point in time was a little overwhelming. Starting schools was an easy task for me, though, except this one was way smaller. I only knew one other person around here, and he was my age. His name was Daniel Heinemann.

It was a long day at school, so when I got home I threw everything on to my messy bedroom floor and sat down, finally able to relax since I moved back. I was thinking about this boy I noticed sitting with Dan (he had a punk-ish style) when, not more than ten minutes after I sat down, a loud knocking at the grey front door startled me. I got up quickly and answered the door, a surprised look crossing my face. It was Dan, my neighbor.

"Come on. Get your coat. We're going to Wyatt's." He said as he walked through the front door.

"What? No! I don't want to go over there. Wait, now?"

"Yes, we're going over there now. Get your coat on. Hurry!" He was more stern this time.

Reluctantly, I got my coat, and we headed out the door to his tiny, white truck. I started to get this nervous feeling in my stomach as we drove away from my house. A few minutes later we pulled into Wyatt's driveway. I had no idea he lived so close, I thought as we got out of the truck and walked up the steps to the front door. Dan knocked on the door and a few moments later a man with a slightly balding head answered the door.

"Hello." He said, eyeing me skeptically.

"Is Wyatt home?" Dan asked. I just stood there quietly, unsure what to do or say.

"Yes. He's in his room." He let us come in as he called Wyatt's name.

"Wyatt, you have some friends here." He motioned Wyatt forward. I noticed, for the first time, what he really looked like. He was definately had a punk-ish style, and something about him seemed to draw me forward.

Wyatt led us through the livingroom, down a tiny hall, and through the door to his dark, crowded room. Both Dan and Wyatt sat down, leaving me standing awkwardly for a minute, until I sat down in a chair near the bedroom door.

I was looking around, noticing all the posters and things around the tiny toom when Wyatt said, "You guys want to watch a movie or something?"

Wyatt looked at us both, waiting for an answer. Dan said, "Sure" as I shrugged my shoulders saying, "I don't care." The next thing I knew, we were all sitting down in the dark room watching Silent Hill.

Throughout the movie, both Wyatt and I kept inconspicuously sneaking looks at each other. Something about him drew me in, and I wanted more. But, once the movie ended, Dan told Wyatt he had to take me home. We all said goodbye and that was that.