Dedicated to AgentofDreams989

Previously.. 

Thankfully, there was one bright spot in all of those lonely summer days and (seemingly) dark and gloomy summer nights. And that bright spot was none other than... Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz. The way she figured it, Hawk had possibly heard of her having to deal with a lonely summer as an outcast, and had decided to do something about it to help her feel better, as well as help make it so her summer ended better than it had started.

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It's amazing how you
can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word,
You can light up the dark

Try as I may, I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing

The smile on your face
Lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes
Saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

Perking up her ears, Melinda let a smile cross her face when she heard the all-too-familiar sound of a motorcycle. However, this wasn't just any motorcycle she was hearing — it was the one that, she was sure, was being driven by Hawk.

At that moment, she felt a combination of giddiness and excitement coursing through her veins instead of blood when she recalled the things she liked about him the most — the red Mohawk that looked pretty darn awesome, his white teeth whenever he smiled and the way his azure eyes seemed to dance and sparkle just for her.

Closing her eyes, she realized the current level of happy she was feeling was something she never felt previously, and that was okay. Before then she'd been anything but that, as she recalled from painful experience. 

Well, I might as well be honest with myself. Even at my old school (from where I'd previously lived before my mom and I moved to San Fernando Valley in Los Angeles County, California), I hadn't exactly been one of the popular students. 

She mentally shook her head. Instead, I was the outsider — the person on the outside looking in. I was the one who spent the weekends either watching TV, reading a good book or sometimes surfing the Internet on their laptop, while most of their fellow peers went to either parties (which were the "Invitation Only" kind, that is) or out on dates.

"Come on, Princess — back to the real world," a highly familiar voice suddenly called up to Melinda, thus bringing her out of her thoughts. Blinking, she looked down, and the sight her eyes caught right then caused a blush to stain her cheeks a strawberry red in a positive way. For she knew there was only one person who would call her "Princess" in the way she liked and viewed to be superbly awesome.

For there was Hawk, standing up against his motorcycle with one leg crossed over the other (which called to her mind an image of the late, great actor James Dean). He looked up at her, his beautiful white teeth flashing in his grin.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair," he teasingly called.

All day long I can hear
People talking out loud
But when you hold me near (you hold me near)
You drown out the crowd (the crowd, the crowd)

Try as they may, they can never define
What's been said between your heart and mine

The smile on your face
Lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes
Saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall
You say it best (you say it best) when you say nothing at all

A blush still staining her cheeks, Melinda giggled a little. She walked over to the balcony ladder, climbed over it, and paused before climbing down it while looking up the whole time (having heard it was best to do so, as well as having heard the saying of "Don't look down" more than once). As soon as her feet touched the ground, Melinda couldn't help sighing in relief. With that, she headed over to where Hawk was waiting for her.