This is the first chapter in what may eventually become a novel that I am writing. I was originally thinking mystery when I started it. I was thinking along the lines of Without a Trace or CSI. Tell me what you think :)
A light tapping noise on my second-story window wakes me from my slumber. I push aside my pink and white comforter and slip my feet into my warm, fuzzy pink slippers. I walk across the room and peek through my blinds. Just like in an old-fashioned love story, my boyfriend David stands throwing pebbles against my window.
“What are you doing?” I ask him. “It’s midnight!”
“I know,” he answers. “Can you come down?”
“Are you serious?” I ask. “I look like crap.”
“You look beautiful to me,” he assures me. “Come on. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Ok, just give me a minute. I’ll be right down.”
I run to my dresser and throw on the first cute outfit I can find, a green and pink terrycloth jacket and miniskirt. I run the brush through my hair and clip it back with a rhinestone butterfly clip. After checking my reflection in the mirror, I slowly creep down the hallway past my parents’ bedroom door, listening for any change in my father’s deep, rumbling snore. I go down the stairs, careful to avoid the creaky third one down. I check my reflection one more time in the mirror beside the front door and slip silently outside.
“David?” I whisper.
“Over here,” he says, and I go toward his voice. When I turn the corner around my house, I see him standing in the soft glow of the garage light. He looks so gorgeous standing there that I am almost overwhelmed.
In one arm, David holds a boombox, and in the other, he has a bouquet of red roses. He shifts the bouquet to the arm holding the boombox and stretches his free hand toward me. I slowly walk toward him and put my hand in his.
“What is all this?” I ask.
He puts one finger to his lips, shushing me. “I wanted to be the first one to tell you happy birthday,” he says, setting the boombox and bouquet on the ground and pushing play. As Brian McKnight sings “Back at One” in the background, David pulls me into our makeshift spotlight and says, “Dance with me.”
I put my head on his shoulder and we slow dance under the slowly lightening sky. Inside, I hear my mother’s grandfather clock chime once, twice, three times, and I pull back.
“It’s three o’clock,” I say. “I have to go before my dad gets up for work.”
“Ok, I don’t want to get you into trouble,” David sighs. “Happy birthday, baby.” He kisses me and slides the bouquet into my hands.
We whisper that we love each other and we share one more kiss before I slip back in the front door. I practically float up to my room, and, after putting my roses in a vase, I lie on my bed, still thinking about how wonderful David is. I hear my father’s alarm go off just as I drift off to sleep.