Based on the song “Check Yes Juliet” by We the Kings.
It was three in the morning when I heard the first pebble. I hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep. There was a thin, gray hint of the sun peering through the curtains.
Another pebble hit the window. I couldn’t stop myself now. Despite all the countless reasons to think it could never happen, there was a chance that someone special was throwing those rocks. The third pebble collided as I pulled the fabric away.
A figure with a guitar, glowing in the light of a dim lantern, waved up to me.
“Jessica?” The voice of someone special called in a loud whisper.
“Connor?” I asked like I didn’t already know.
“Hi Jessica,” he whispered. “I hope you’re ready for this.”
I heard the strings warm themselves up to familiar chords. This was a song Connor wrote a while back.
Connor was the type that all the girls liked. Although he wasn’t too tall, he had a smile to make up for it and a voice that could kill. We’d never spoken much, and what conversations we’d had were all in school. All I knew about this song was a video my friend showed me once and a conversation I’d very accidentally overheard. He said it was written just for fun, until he admitted it was for a girl. And now that girl was me.
I lifted the screen up and rested my elbows on the vacant flowerbed. His music floated up into my ears. His features were starting to get clearer; first the texture of his jacket, then the pick between his fingers, then the flecks of orange in his light eyes.
“I’m coming outside,” I said before I’d ever actually considered it. Leaving the window open and a breeze flowing into my room, I raced down the stairs until I stood with the sensation of dew and grass on my feet.
His guitar was now behing his back, held on by a diagonal strap. He looked me directly in the eyes and said, “You look beautiful.”
“I’m dreaming,” I said absentmindedly. He might have smiled. “I mean, I can’t believe this is actually happening.”
Connor reached his hand out and somehow my hand found its way there. “Hi,” he whispered.
“Hi,” I whispered back.