In the Light of the Night 3

Chapter 3

I woke to the sound of birds outside and the sight of light streaming through my windows. Memories rang through my head and I sat up quickly, looking around the room. My room was empty except for the furniture that had probably arrived while I was asleep. I glanced at my clock on the night stand. The red numbers informed me that it was 12 in the afternoon.

I thought back to last night, was it just a dream? It had to be, there was no way Drake could move so fast or have his eyes change like that. I touched my lips remembering when he kissed me. Suddenly I hoped that the strange experience wasn’t a dream but I knew that it would never be more than that.

I slowly made my way downstairs and found my parents having lunch at the table in the kitchen. My dad gave me a hard look then went back to eating but my mom ushered me to my seat and she made me a PB&J. After I finished eating my dad looked at me but his eyes were softer this time, "Ally, we need to talk."

Uh-oh. Is this the sex talk again? I blew out a deep breath, "Dad I already know what sex is and I don’t need this talk again!"

My parents laughed at me, "No honey that’s not what we were going to talk about but we could if you’d like," A horrified look crossed my face that caused my parents to once again laugh at me.

"Then what do we need to talk about?" I asked after my parents had sobered up.

"We don’t want you to hang out with Drake and Chaz," my dad stated, "They are too old and have no parental supervision. Please Ally stay away from them, it’s for the best."

"But-" I started to argue but my dad silenced me with a mean look. What had gotten into him? He never acts like this. "Fine. Whatever," I pushed up from the table and went into my room and laid on my bed. Why couldn’t I talk to them? I mean yeah they are older than me but not by much. I’ve dated guys that were 4 years older than me. Maybe it was the fainting thing both Drake and I pulled but what does that have to do with anything?

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It had been a week since I moved and let me tell you. It. Is. Cold. It’s not like Alaska cold but for someone who’s lived most of their life in sun and humidity Michigan is cold enough to freeze over hell. I sat on the couch wearing a cozy sweat shirt and stuffing my face with cheese flavored chips. Mom and Dad were both at work, Dad doing his FBI stuff and Mom a waitress at a dinner. How classic. Dad’s back to his old self, he was probably just stressed from the move. Lucky me was stuck home all alone over winter break. I still need to go Christmas shopping because it’s in a week and half but I have no transportation or sense of direction so I would probably be lost even if I did a car.

"Ding dong!" the door bell interrupts my favorite scene in the movie Dark Knight. I hate when my movies get interrupted so I was a little ticked off, until I saw who was at the door. Drake stood in the door way smiling down at me. He was wearing a black winter jacket with fur in the hood and what appeared to be black leather pants. His eyes seemed to be even more silver than the last time I’d seen him, if you don’t count the dream and his hair was as white as the snow on my front porch. There was officially a god standing in front of me.

"Hey, I’m Drake. I don’t know if you remember me, we met about a week ago," now the god was talking to me. Think, Ally, think!

"Yeah, I remember you. You had a brother didn’t you? Chaz?" I mentally patted myself on the back for talking instead of just drooling and I even made sense.

"That’s him. So we never really got a chance to get to know each other and I was just wondering if you wanted to go out for a coffee or something," my dad’s warning flashed through my mind but could I really say no to Drake? Maybe that’s why my dad doesn’t want me around Drake. He saw how much I liked him and thought I wouldn’t be able to say no to him. If that was the reason then my dad was extremely right, I couldn’t say no to Drake and I don’t think I’ll ever be.

"I’d love to. Hang on a sec," I scooped up my coat and threw on my boots. Now let’s get one thing straight Drake doesn’t have a million dollar sports car like all guys do in the movies and in books. He has a black 2008 Ford Focus Coupe.

"So tell me about yourself," Drake said once we were both in the car.

"Uhm…how about you talk about yourself," right now I didn’t want to be talking about myself, I wanted to know more about him.

"Come on now that’s not fair. I asked you first. Let’s play 20 questions," he smiled at me.

"How about 5?" no way was I answering 20 questions about myself. That might lead to something embarrassing.

"Hah. 5? That’s it?" the look I gave him must have told him I wasn’t budging, "Fine, deal. Now what to ask first, what to ask first," he thought about it a while "Ah, I know. Question number 1, do you have any other siblings?" this wasn’t embarrassing like I had thought it would be, it was a sad trip down memory lane.

"I had to brothers. They died, on the way to school. Their bus was hit by some crazy guy, but I think it was really someone trying to get to my dad. I heard my parents talking about it one night," I looked down at my hands trying to hide my moist eyes. Some wounds never heal.

"I know how you feel, both my parents are dead," I wanted to ask him what happened to them but Drake quickly moved on "Question 2, how old are you?"

"I’m 17 but I’ll be 18 in 3 weeks," which means that in 3 weeks I’ll be an adult and I’ll be able to make my own choices. Like choices in dating people or more specifically people in tight pants, with white hair, silver eyes, and facial piercings. Life’s good.

"Why’d you move to Michigan?" Drake asked.

"My dads’ job relocated him."

"To the middle of now where Michigan? What does he do for a living?" Drake asked obviously thinking the people who relocated Dad were crazy.

"He works for the F.B.I or something. He’s never really gone into details. It’s one of those ‘I’d tell you then I’d have to kill you’ jobs," I snorted and shook my head. That was exactly how my dad explained his job.

"Why would someone who works for the F.B.I. come out here?" Drake said so quietly I wasn’t even sure I had heard him. He looked worried though. "Alright next question. Where did you live before you moved?

"Well I used to live in Michigan but then we moved to California when I was little," I sigh, missing my old home. The car stopped and we both got to go into the small restaurant. As we were sat down I couldn’t help but notice how everyone looked at Drake in fear and me in concern. There was definitely something going on that I didn’t know about.