Moonlight on the hill

This is a short story I wrote a while back, from the perspective of a teeenage boy named Kasey. I hope you all like it!

 

 

I closed the screen door quietly, as to not wake my parents, and ran silently up to that hill between our lands. You were waiting for me there, your pretty brown curls falling softly to your shoulders, and your green eyes almost laughing at me. The moon shone down. My bare feet brought me over to you, across the soft grass of spring.

“May I have this dance?” I asked.

                I bowed, and you curtsied, holding out your hand. I took it in my own, and smiled, putting my other hand on your waist, as you placed yours on my shoulder. And we began to dance.  The moonlight shone down on your face, as the wind picked up around us, twirling and blowing at your hair. Suddenly you grabbed my hand and we began to spin in a fast pace, the wind singing in our ears and our bare feet pounding the ground. In A moment of pure ecstasy the world just melted into a blur and all I could see was you.

                Then we were on the ground, laughing and grinning madly, our moment vanished by a foot caught in the grass. We leaned back against our tree, and you still held my hand. Suddenly, an idea came to me.

                “Taffy?”

                “Yeah?”

                ”Would you mind if I carved our initials in this tree?” I asked almost shyly. I don’t see why though, I’ve known you since we were little. Then you hugged me and stood up, pointing at a clear spot in the wood.

                “I always thought this would be a good place!” I pulled out my pocket knife, and painstakingly carved your and my initials. T. E. and K. H. Tabitha Evans and Kacey Holt. I stood back to admire my work, but you pulled on my arm.

                “You’re not done yet Kacey! You still need to do something!!!!” I looked at you curiously, I couldn’t figure out what else you wanted me to carve. “You need to draw a heart around them…” You trailed off, staring at the ground and blushing. You always looked cute when you blushed.

                I reached back up and cut a heart around our initials into the tree’s soft bark, then leaned back and took your hand.

                “It’s wonderful!” You whispered, while I just smiled. I couldn’t agree more.

 

 

 

~Kels