The Luna's Whisper

It was the usual airy Saturday night in a quaint town of Cypressville, where

Emily Lawrence sat in the window seat in her bedroom, watching her neighbors’ house across the street.

I’m not really being nosy, she thought to herself.

Just curious. “Yeah,” she snorted. Only if being curious means having your eyes glued to your neighbors’ house like a hound on the hunt.

Oh, well. I can call a spade a spade ’ tomorrow morning, she told her conscience.

The Conrads were having a foreign exchange student stay with them this year.

They didn’t have any children of their own and Emily didn’t know if that was by choice or because they weren’t able to have children.

Either way, Emily was here hoping to get the nitty-gritty on the situation and report to her best friends afterward.

So here she sat, scoping out the neighbors house with her lights turned off and blinds cracked just enough to see.

She even had binoculars. Now if she only had some background music to go along with her spying.

She’d been sitting in her window for an hour and was just about to give up when a white limo pulled to the curb.

Now isn’t this strange? she thought.

A foreign exchange student arriving in a limo? She put the binoculars to her face and adjusted them to get a better look. She knew this was a little much, but honestly, in a town of 1000 there just wasn’t a whole lot of excitement and Emily would take it where she could get it.

The driver got out of the limo to open the back door, but it was already opening, and the boy who stepped out of that limo happened to be the most handsome guy she’d ever seen.

Wow, I mean wow, was all Emily could think. Emily couldn’t even imagine what his entire face must have looked like. He was tall, probably six foot one or so, and his hair was jet black.

It was longer on top and she could tell that he had bangs that fell across his face. They swept to the left, partially covering that eye. He had broad shoulders and, from what she could see of his profile, high cheek bones, a pointed nose and full lips.

She realized her mouth had dropped open and she was all but drooling over this guy. She shut it and watched as he and his driver conversed.

It all seemed very formal until the driver hugged the boy with obvious deep affection.

He must be more than just his driver, Emily thought.

Suddenly, the boy turned as if he had heard what she was thinking and looked straight at her window, straight at her. Emily froze, unable to look away from the mesmerizing blue eyes that held her spell bound.

All her thoughts seemed to fade into the distance and she heard the words:

“At last, my Emily.”

Emily shook her head, trying to clear the haze that had filled it. After she came to her senses from the intense stare, she recapped in her mind what his face had looked like.

She was right about the cheekbones, nose, and lips. What she wasn’t prepared for was that his crystal blue eyes now seemed to glow in the moon light; the hair that fell across his forehead and over his eye only added to his mysteriousness.

Overall he had a very masculine handsome face. The shirt he was wearing was black and, thanks to her handy dandy binoculars, she was able to see that it fit tightly and showed off a muscular chest and flat stomach.

He had a black leather biker jacket on, but past that she couldn’t see because the car was in the way.

When she looked back at the street, the mysterious guy was walking into the Conrads’ house.

As she saw the door close she heard the voice again. “Soon.” Emily sat there for a few minutes, trying to get her brain to work again.

Everything seemed so hazy. After blinking what felt like a thousand times, she pulled herself together, picked up her phone, and dialed Aria’s number. Two rings later Aria answered. “What’s the word?”

Emily took a slow breath and said , I think you better come over.

I will be there, sis. See you in a jiffy, Aria answered and hung up. Emily grinned to herself.

It was great to have a friend you could always depend on to be there when you needed her.

Emily picked up the phone again and called Xena , who answered after only one ring.

She had obviously been diligently manning the phone, waiting for Emily to call with details on the latest small town gossip.

“Aria is on her way over,” Emily said. “I need you to come too.

We need to talk.

Okay,Xena simply said and hung up. Ten Minutes later, the three friends were gathered on Emily ’s bedroom floor, hot chocolate in hand, because how can you have a girl chit-chat without hot chocolate?

Aria said.“Okay,”spill it,”