I inhale what fragrance remains on his fuzzy, ragged, crimson red, Tennessee Titans sweatshirt, just to reminisce my past life when I was still frolicking by his side. Delicately, I pop the blinds out from my bedroom window before delicately sliding it open and gracefully hopping down to the hard pavement that lies underneath me. Dating him had allowed me to gain the skills needed to become an expert at sneaking out of my house, an act unthinkable for the old me. Upon arriving outside, my body begins to shiver uncontrollably, despite the summer warmth that is beating against my sweating skin. Any possibility of my parents discovering my escape is enough to send my teeth into a frenzied chatter. My arms tremble by my sides as I hike down to the decrepit, fawn colored house, situated a couple of houses down from my own.  I recognize his stupid, unsightly Titan’s sweatshirt right away and giggle to myself. He wraps me into a tight, bear hug putting all my anxieties and quivers at ease. Hand in hand we stroll down the empty street aimlessly enjoying the silent night. I pray as every car passes us that it doesn’t contain someone I know. The road ahead of us is narrow and shadowy, with trees. The stars are more visible than I have ever seen them. The experience is surreal. For the very first time, my busy bright neighborhood is tenebrous and bare. After a long walk we find ourselves sitting on some dry prickly grass. He sets down a blanket and we sit on the grass admiring the white specks as they glisten against the dark sky. As I nestle into his muscular arms, I admire my first shooting star. It lights up the whole sky with streaks of blue trailing behind it, a black canvas stained with long strokes of opaque, azure paint. Seeing the sky this way, with its infinite possibilities of course led to a deep conversation that ended with us questioning our very existence. I begin to shiver again, but this time it’s the cold, not my usual anxious shivers. He hands me his sweatshirt grinning, allowing his deep dimples to set into his cheeks. I slip the hood over my head and breathe in his familiar scent. He glances at his new, gold watch and curses, but still beams down at me. Rising sluggishly, he offers me a hand to help me up. Smoothly he hefts me to his shoulder and carries me all the way home. By the time I return to my window dawn has sit in, and the sun, creating blots of pink and orange in the sky. I snuggle into my warm, and safe bed, exhausted from my adventuresome night. I walk past him, but he no longer grins and sweeps me into his arms. I look down praying that he doesn’t see me. My chest is heavy as I pretend to focus on something else. He struts down the drab cement pavement of the school courtyard overconfidently, in a way that makes me wonder whether he's confident at all. Once has a safe distance away from me I steal a glance at him. Has he changed? I used to blame him for being a wolf wearing sheep's clothing when in reality, the whole time it may have been me-a sheep wearing wolfs clothing.