It was late, as always, but Genevieve couldn’t sleep if she tried. Maybe it was the anticipation of summer coming to an end, but she couldn’t get a wink of sleep. Tired of fighting it, the brunette geared up. Stuffing her book bag with snacks and her spirit board, flashlights and candles... whatever she could find. When the coast was clear she climbed out of her window and made sure to keep enough open for her return. There was only one person she knew that would be willing to come out with her and it was her best friend Frank. She mentally apologized to him first hand before climbing up his window and knocking lightly on the glass. “Frank!” she called out in a whisper, unsure of how long she could hold on to the ledge. Please be awake. Gen thought as she called out again. “Frank?”

     Two weeks, and they were the most agonizing two weeks without him. Every time he left it was overwhelming, but what else could she do? Brandon made her happy, and he was following his dreams. She supported him no matter what. However, it was hard and she wouldn’t deny it, because not only did she have to deal with the constant distance, but she was also sworn into secrecy. There were times where she thought it wasn’t worth it, but then he’d come through the door, smile the beautiful smile and all was thrown out of the window, like now... coming to his place after her shift to welcome him home. She used the secret key and even made herself comfortable enough to make dinner for the both of them as she waited... Wanting him to come home to a home cooked meal, though it was a little while before she heard the door and by that time she was working on her anonymous blog—her only outlet to this whole secret rendezvous. Frankly, she rather have him and because of that, her sacrifices seemed so small. She was happy, he seemed happy too, and that’s what really mattered.       “Welcome home... I really hope you’re not too jet lagged for dinner and a couch movie?”