What He Told Her

I walked carefully over the barely seen branches and logs. Alex told me to go to our secret place. A place he had showed me. A place to go to when things got to bad, when things are stressful, or when he has something very important to say. My raven hlack hair splashed in my face as the wind howled though the trees of the dense forest. I was getting closer. Alex put up landmarks only I could understand, like an arrow though a tree. He was using it when we first met, in a big medow, that I had found out was his. Alex is insanly rich, charmingly cocky and has been my bestfirend for four months. But for a week or so, he has been looking at me in a thoughtful manner, like he wants me for something. Then he asked me to come to our secret place.

I was thinking so much, that I didn't realise that I was there. There was a barely noticable gap in the big trees. I parted it, looking into our secret haven. I knew he wasn't there. He liked entering last. I still don't know why. His' my best friend, but it's like I've never met him before. He does things without thinking, but it all just comes into place. The thing is, he slightly scares me. I'm scared of the way his deep, brown, sorrowful eyes that can act serious and then he can burst into laughter the next moment. I'm scared of how the sun dances gleefully on his golden hair, that is always in a stylish mess. And I'm abosolutely terrified of his amazing pale body, sweet and cheeky smile and his unforgetable niceness and spontanious ways. And the worst thing is, he never boasts about how go he is.

I looked around and sat down. Our secret place was just a circle of lushious grass and flowers, in the middle of a dense forest. It makes you feel warm and wanted, when you're sitting in a mini field when hundreds of trees, branches an logs surround you. It makes you feel safe. Alex told me that he felt that too. That's why he show me; I was the only one who would understand.

I sat down in the middle of the circle of grass, waiting for him, wondering what he will say, if it's any good. I didn't have to where you are, and finds you. That wasn't much of a problem, as he told me to met him here.

I saw him walk in though the gap as if it was a simple doorway, when I still had twigs in my long, black hair. He wore a simple black suit, white shirt and black converses. We kinda matched, him in a suit, me in a black dress that puffs out the skirt. I went to a dinner party with my parents. The only thing that doesn't match is the black walking boots that I wore so I could get here, where as he walking his converse and they still look brand new. I don't know how he does it.

\"Ha ha ha ha. It looks like you've gotten in touch with nature, Alexis.\" Alex stood above me looking down at me in a humorous way. I hated how he did that, but now I've gotten used to the way he looks at me, sometimes for 30 minutes without me knowing. He stood above me and held out his hand for me to grap. I did, and I realised a pain in my chest, and I had to figure out that I wasn't breathing. I took a slow, quiet breath, not whating him to know that he took my breath away with his presents. He held me close to him for a minute. He was a full head taller than me; I could feel his deep meaningful rise of his firm chest, from under his shirt. I didn't think much of what he was doing. He always did crazy things like this. Maybe tha's why all the girls in our school loved him. But whatever he was doing, he always invited me. He was the bestest friend I could ever want. But he was nothing more.

I pull my arms around his waist and hugged him back, I've realised that when he's hugging you, he won't let you go if you didn't. But in the four months I've been here, I haven't seen him hug or even touch anybody but me. When I think about it, I think about the Alex everybody else knew and the Alex I knew, and they were totally diffrent. And I liked my Alex better. He was more open and free. I'm glad he trusts me with his more-than-skin-deep feelings. I don't know much about him but he's my closest friend ever. Like our special place, he made me feel safe and secure.

\"So, why did you call for me in the middle of the night, all alone, in this beautiful medow. Or was it just to hug me?\" I meant it as a joke but he seemed way to serious. I hope something bad happened hasn't happened to his family. I remember when my granmother died a few months ago. I was a wreck, but that was before I knew Alex. The first day I met Alex made me better. A lot better. He helped me while he used his bow and arrow to shoot some targets. And we've been best friends ever since.

We talked for a bit. He asked me how the dinner party went, but it was like he needed to tell me something, like he need to get something off his chest. It was weird that I could see emotions under his first one. He a master at masking his own emotions. For the first time ever I helped him say something. \"Are you o.k, Alex?\" I said. He smiled indearingly at me a then was serious again. What is he going to tell me, we couldn't be friends anymore?

\"Alexis, I'm going to do something and you do the thing that you what to do most, o.k?\" \"Yeah, sure.\" My voice was barely heard, but he knew what I was saying. \"Promise.\" He challanged me. \"Of course.\" I knew I would. I could say no to him. \"O.k.\" he put his soft hand ln my blushed cheek and pull me gently toward him, as if he didn't want to scare me with any sudden movements. He slide his hand on my hip and pulled me closer and closer, until I was pressed firmly but gentily onto him. I was still in shock, not knowing what was happening, while he lowered his head to my lips. I focused on his hair for a second, and noticed how his beautiful fringe hung over his right eye so I could barely see it. Suddenly, I felt something soft, warm and sweet. It was Alex's lips. I didn't know that Alex was such a good kisser. He was strong and tender and sweet. His lips tasted like a good memory. I put my arms around him and kissed him back.

So, as the moon and stars flooded the place with light, and the trees swayed under the wind, and as the town was sleeping, me and Alex, escaped the world as we melted into each others arms.

\"So much to being just friends\" I whispered. Alex smiled his cheeky, charming smile, then started to softly kiss my neck.