She was only fourteen. Still in high school. Her older friends told her she was too young. Her younger friends told her she was too old. The friends her age told her he was too young for her or she was too old for him. But that hadn't stopped them becoming best friends. He was only Thirteen. Even younger. This was their first Christmas together. They had met just under a year ago, in complete silence, scared of each other. Slowly, they had grown closer than any other two in that small school. They had witnessed each other's birthdays, halloween, the winter solstice, but never christmas. They both withheld a secret from the other, too scared to admit and destroy everything beautiful. Each of these unlikely best friends secretly liked the other as more than a friend, but neither of them dared speak up. She had told her older friends, hoping they would be able to help. She had told her younger friends, since they knew him well. She had told the friends her age, knowing they would knock some sense into her. He had told no one but the stars, the stars and his dog. This dark winter night, she looked up at the moon. The sky was a perfect black, not a cloud nor star to interrupt it's foolproof expanse. The moon glowed with a slight orange tint, it wasn't quite a half moon, but closer to that than a crescent. She sat on her window ledge, the window wide open. A cool breeze brushed against her pale skin and played gently with her light brown hair as her dull green eyes looked up at the sky, imagination shining in them. On her lap a notebook lay open, in her hand was a pencil. As she looked up at the moon she was reminded of one place. A place she knew so well as a child. A place she had left and didn't think she'd ever come back too. She would always remember returning to that place, not because she was returning to where she used to live, but because she was going to the house of her best friend. A best friend who really was more than a friend. In that place, that boy stared up at that same moon, in that same perfect sky. Five miles distance between them, but the pair were so close it was as if they were in the same small room. He walked alone, gripping tight to his dog's lead. As he looked at that moon he thought of her, how she'd write it down in that notebook of hers and capture its beauty forever. The chocolate labrador looked up at him, her eyes big.
"I know girl" he sighed. "I've got to stop dreaming" she whined, as if telling him she knew there was more he wanted to say. "It's just, I really want her, you know how I feel? No, of course you don't. You're a dog. You know I bet you she knows, but she probably knows the feeling for like Hunter or Xavier" he sighed. "And I know I'm not the only one who feels this way about her, Aron and Xavier both feel the same way, I mean sure Aron is such an idiot there is no way she'd ever like him back, but I've seen her hug Xavier" the dog yelped at a squirrel witch was running up a nearby tree. "Coco! Calm down girl!" he laughed "I need to calm down too, who am I kidding? She's my best friend, I should be happy" and over in her window, mind wild with imagination, his best friend put pencil to paper. She didn't write down what she saw around her, she wrote down instead what she imagined. The only thing with more beauty than the scene she sat in.
"How do I describe his hair?" she asked herself. "Short and blonde, but how do I make that sound poetic?" she shook her head. "Let's just move onto the eyes, those magical eyes that seem blue in some lights but green in others, the iris textured like a citrus fruit, but in the most beautiful way" she smiled, "oh and the gentle touch of his pale hands, paler than mine" she looked down at her hands and laughed in how ugly they looked compared to his. "I've really got to stop dreaming" she laughed again. "Dear lover, just let me love you, you make it so flipping hard!" she scribbled down next to her doodle of the moon.