“How long have we known each other, Grace?” Felix asked. Grace was walking with Felix down Postmaster Street, going home. They were next door neighbors as of Grace entering high school. The two of them were now fourteen and had their mature lives ahead of them.

“I'd guess a little over a year?” Grace told him. Felix thought for a moment, then looked back at her.

“Yeah. I'd say that's about right. When I moved into that house next to you, it was…about half a week after those other people moved, right? Who were they…?” Felix wondered, trailing off.

“They were the Howes,” Grace told him quickly. Felix looked at Grace in surprise as he thought she seemed on edge at the upbringing of the topic.

“All right, whatever. So anyway, I was just feeling a bit…reminiscent today. Nostalgic even,” Felix told her. Grace, backpack over her right shoulder, simply nodded as Felix spoke. She wasn't exactly sure what Felix meant by his statement.

“Can you be a little more specific?” Grace asked.

“Do you know what today is?” Felix asked her. Grace quickly punched Felix in the arm.

“Idiot. No clue. Just tell me,” she said. Felix rubbed his arm on the spot where he was punched as he replied.

“Today's September 10th. It's the day I moved next door. How could you forget?” Felix asked her. In truth, the day that Grace remembered was four days before, September 6th. That day was the day when Lawrence surprisingly moved out without warning.

“I don't really know, to be honest. I guess I just never kept track of when strangers moved next door to me,” Grace said, a bit sarcastic. After walking down Postmaster Street, the two of them stopped in front of their respective houses. Grace stood to Felix's left in front of her pale blue house while Felix stood to Grace's right of his burgundy house.

“Well, see you later,” Grace said, going home. Felix stood for a moment, and replied.

About halfway down the length of the fence that faced Felix's window was an inscription. Felix had stumbled upon it while he walked the length of the fence. It was two letters next to each other: a G and an H. Felix figured it stood for Grace Hemsworth, but he didn't know exactly why it was on his side of the fence, and not the other way around.

It was then Felix realized that the answer might be on the other side of the fence. He had almost no grounds to go off of. Was it intuition? Or was it something else that compelled him to check?

And, after little consideration if the consequences, Felix checked for any inscriptions of any initials on Grace's side of the fence.

LH.

LH? LH. Left-handed? La Habra? Lufthansa Flights? Luteinizing hormone?

“That stands for Lawrence Howe,” Grace said. Felix looked up and saw her through the window. She was staring at the window across the fence and that Felix resided.

“Felix, whenever people grow close, a heart is born between them. It isn't necessarily inside our bodies. Whenever we care about something, whenever we care about someone, or whenever we care about another person, I feel like a heart is born. If you were alone in the world, I don't think you could really have a heart,” Grace explained to him.

“Good to know,” Felix said. He didn't know whether Grace meant it or not, but in any case, Grace's words ended up as white condensation on her window.

“Anyway, hello again Felix. Why are you back so suddenly?” Grace asked, leaning out of her window, looking at Felix. The setting sun was in the background, lighting up a scenic brilliant orange as the wind gently blew her hair around. Felix knew for a fact why they were friends and why he wanted to be more than friends.

But now, he knew why they were friends and why Grace wanted to be just friends.

“No, I was just going Grace. Well, goodbye I guess,” Felix said, walking back along the fence towards the sidewalk. He stopped briefly, but only to the sound of Grace closing her window.

Felix stood for a minute on the sidewalk in front of the burgundy house on Postmaster Street. He was about to start high school. He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. He didn't know his talents, if any, and nothing in this world made him really passionate.

After thinking for a moment, he thought of one thing that made him passionate, but it was a longshot. It was the same chance as him becoming a professional sports player or a big-name actor. His secret love for Grace had a slim, if any, chance of succeeding.

Felix looked to his right at the burgundy mailbox that stood in front of the burgundy house on Postmaster Street. The red (not burgundy) flag was up, signaling that a mailman had placed a mail inside the box. Felix opened it and shuffled through the various bills and letters of sophistication designed for his parents. One, however, was addressed to Felix inside a large, green envelope. The return address was for a city he never heard of out-of-state. He hastily opened it for some reason.

It was for a private high school. A scholarship to go out of state that his mind remembered his mother signing him up for. It was something he was firmly against.

Felix hastily stuffed the letter in his pocket, having found direction.