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I just couldn't take my eyes off of her. At first I wasn't sure if I envied her good looks. I didn't even know I fell in love with her until recently. She never made my mind go numb, never made me nervous, or had me sweating bullets when she was around. I guess that's what made it hard to determine if I loved her. Just, being around her made me feel like home. I felt comfortable; like I could accomplish anything. I-

"Whatcha writing there?"

I quickly closed the cover to my composition notebook.

"Oh, uhm, nothing." I replied, giving my red-head friend a fake smile.

"Right..." He said, taking a bite into his foot long sub he had bought from one of the malls' restaurants. I slid the notebook into my over the shoulder bag while I waited for him to finish his sandwich. When I didn't see our other friend Roxas with him I asked about his whereabouts.

"Oh," Axel began, swallowing a bite from his sandwich, "he's at Gamestop."

Typical.

Axel, Roxas, and I were at the mall, killing time on a Saturday. We had nothing else better to do, well I mean there was homework that needed to get done but screw that. We arrived here a little after three. I checked the time on my IPhone and noticed that it was nearing 6:30. Three-and-a-half hours of killing time with my two best friends. It was actually a good time. I originally didn't want to go but they convinced me. I didn't want to be home alone anyways because my mom works from eight in the morning until almost midnight. She works her ass off for us.

Once Roxas found his way back to us, we decided that it was getting a little late so they dropped me home.

I had recently just moved into one of those cookie-cutter-development housing areas with my mom. The development was fairly new and our rooms still smelled of fresh paint.

As I neared the house, it struck me that the lights were on inside. I had shut them off before I left with my friends today. I shrugged, figuring that my mom must've come home early. The door wasn't locked either so it was a definite that she came home early. Perhaps she was sick or something. As I stepped through the door, I expected to see my giant Saint Bernard come running over and maul me. However, he wasn't even around which is so unlike him. Every single animal that was on four legs that I have had in my entire life always greeted me at the door. This was very odd.

"Roger!" I called. That was when I heard a whimper come from the kitchen.

I found my dog under the kitchen table, nearly shaking. Something was really wrong. Suddenly, the sense of complete dread came over me and I realized that my mother was definitely not home. She would have greeted me by now. If she was home, there would be dinner ready for me. There wasn't even a sign that someone had been cooking in our kitchen.

I heard a creak above me, like somebody had stepped onto a squeaky part on the carpet upstairs. The only room that was above the kitchen was my mother's room. It suddenly dawned on me that I mustn't be home alone.

I grabbed the phone from the receiver and dialed the police as I ran outside with Roger. I crouched down near some bushes and tried to stay quiet. For all I knew this person in my house could want to kill me. Someone had to be in my house.

As I was on the phone, I realized that the window to our kitchen was wide open. It was in the middle of November, our windows were all shut to save on the energy bill.

Meanwhile, I was told that two police cruisers would be stopping by. The woman on the phone told me to stay somewhere safe. I stayed crouched down behind our shrub plants, waiting for the intruder to ditch my house. I never once heard footsteps or any doors opening. The woman was on the phone with me the entire time until the two policemen showed up.

Within ten minutes, the two cruisers pulled into my driveway. I hung up with the woman and ran towards the officers, feeling much safer that they were present. I explained that I had come home to lights that had been turned on, an opened window and a terrified dog. I made sure to even mention that I heard a creak upstairs. The officers searched the entire house; every room, closet, cupboard, and cabinet. They found absolutely nothing and asked if I had accidentally left a window open and the lights on. I swear I didn't.

I called my mother to come home and told her everything that happened. Meanwhile, the officers stayed at my house until she pulled into the driveway. When they left, my mother bitched at me.

"Don't call the police unless it's an emergency!" She yelled, slamming her purse down onto the kitchen table. She tossed her keys onto the island and slammed herself down into one of the kitchen chairs.

"But I thought someone was in our house!"

She scoffed. "Because you left the lights on? Come on Xion, don't ever do that again!" I sighed. She wasn't going to believe me no matter how hard I tried.

I went up to my room and crashed onto my bed. Perhaps I was a little too paranoid. Maybe that creak was just the house because of the wind? It was a little windy and that would explain it. The police even said nobody was here so I had nothing to worry about, right? God, I feel guilty for wasting their time. I tried to keep my mind off of what happened tonight and the only way to do that was to think of her.

I grabbed my purse and pulled out my journal and continued to write.

I think I'm in love. I have never felt like this before. I can't wait to see her on Monday. She'll make all this paranoia and worry disappear. She is so perfect, flaws and all.

I tried to rack my brain for more things to say but I was a little too paranoid because I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. I turned on my T.V for some comfortable background noise and huddled underneath my comforter, feeling safe and secure.

"Tomorrow will be better." I thought, thinking of her beautiful face and smiling.

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