• Preface: I understand... he's something else. So I have to figure it out on my own, don't I. But I even if he's dangerous like he thinks he is, I can figure out his secret
    I started at the most reasonable possibilities, skipping anything that would mean he was entirely human, I already knew he wasn't. I said what I thought of one by one and thought of why it wouldn't fit. An alien. I refused to associate him with such characters as E.T. and Ben 10. He was much too perfect. I considered him being a spirit. Having limited knowledge on the subject I decided no, I'd never seen him at a graveyard. He also seemed to be completely solid (I'd punched him enough times to know). I went through memories of children's tales I used to read my little sister, Dehlia, before bed. A leprechaun. I couldn't image him in green tights, pinching people and smuggling gold.
    Come on, think harder.
    For every "wrong creature" (and I didn't want to call him one) I thought of I threw a smooth, gray stone at the tallest tree in the forest which stood directly in front of me. It was often referred to as the "Telling Tree". People said if it could talk, it would tell the secrets, loves, tears, actions, and thoughts of anyone that had ever been there and everything someone had confined in it. Carved on the tree were things like, "LTHS Ravens" or "MM + MT" in a heart. My initials and his were carved side by side on the tree but lacked a heart to connect them. It seemed sad and lonely, heartless. As i threw stones, not focusing on the real task at hand I wondered what life would be like with a heart.
    Put it out of your head, focus.
    I cleared my head, only thinking about my perplexing case. A fairy. I laughed, I didn't think he'd ever forgive me if I called him one. Not a witch, demon, or even a demigod seemed right. My mentality locked in on my memories sharper, and I could tell that my arm's aim had become better. With much thought I threw an obsidian stone, and it hit our initials.
    Something went of in the little independent part of my mind. I heard a raven screech loudly, even if it was our school mascot it was unusual to hear. I looked over to the boulder where he should have been and he was... gone.
    A sepia, almost movie reel played in my brain while I started to lose focus of where I was. It was like I was fainting but into my own head. A scene played... we were eight, in his backyard. His grand, Victorian style house loomed over us. I giggled and he chased me around the yard. I stopped to tie my shoelaces and he bit my wrist. It had kind of hurt. Right after he apologized and we went to drink Kool-Aid. Then we aged to 12, at my twelfth birthday party. Mean Daphne Gray had thrown one of my presents up a tree. When everyone went inside to wash up, he went to retrieve it for me... but it looked like he flew. When he handed it to me he blushed and ran home. Finally we were 14, at P.E and him, a freshman, had beat most of the senior class in a 1600k race. I didn't want to lose whatever lead it was I had gotten, and silly as it may seem I thought of the mythical stories he tricked me into reading together... and then I thought of Twilight.
    Is it even possible.
    I had just straightend myself out, but as I registered this my heart skipped a beat... then several, several more to the point I really thought I might pass out. It was all too distinct. His gold eyes, us someplace quiet, beautiful, and hard to find. I considered the odds of him being a vampire or a werewolf. They weren't horrible options and they were better than anything else I'd been able to conjure up. To calm myself I listed all the reasons he couldn't be either. He was neither extremely cold nor hot to the touch. He didn't possess the fierceness of the wolves or the stoic coldness of the vampires. While he was most definitely gorgeous he wasn't in a hard statue like way. I watched him age with me since we were barely tall enough to reach the cookie jar and if he were a "bloodsucker" or a "dog" I would have detected it. I looked up and saw a scarlet cardinal in the Telling Tree. It was watching me closely as if she could see the struggle in my head. She bobbed her head kindly, then I could have sworn she winked and flew off. I mumbled darkly to myself waiting for another "mind explosion". When none came I decided now all I could do was sit down with him, offer up what I'd thought of and hope I'd eventually get it right.
    Goodbye easy day