It was midnight when Annie slipped out of her window and headed for the empty field behind her house. The frigid night air wrapped around her, and the thin blue jacket she wore wasn't enough to keep out the chill. Despite the cold, she refused to go back inside with that insufferable woman she called mother. So she tramped on through the field, the dead grass crunching beneath her scuffed boots.
A porch light flickered on in the distance, and the only sound that could be heard was the quiet chirping of crickets. As she walked her mind started to drift till she was completely absorbed in her thoughts, unaware of anything outside her mind. Then the toe of her boot connected with something hard, and a sharp cry startled Annie from her musings.
"Hey, watch it!" A deep voice snapped. Looking down, Annie saw the figure she had ran into lying out in the grass. As the person sat up, she realized it was a boy, who appeared to be around her age, or a year or two older. He rubbed the top of his head where her boot had hit, and glared.
"S-sorry." Annie stuttered, thrown off guard by the unexpected encounter. "I didn't see you."
"Obviously." The boy grumbled.
"Well why are you doing out here in the dark?" She questioned defensively. After all it wasn't her fault she hadn't seen him.
"I could ask you the same thing." He retorted.
"I was just," Annie pursed her lips, trying to think of why she should tell him, a complete stranger, about her troubles. Sighing, she shrugged her shoulders, feeling suddenly drained. "Escaping." She admitted quietly.
The boy nodded, as if he understood; which he probably did seeing as he was laying out in a cold, empty field, instead of inside where it was warm. Annie regarded him, noticing his neatly combed jet-black hair that matched the night sky, and his dark, forrest green eyes, were sharp and stood out against pale ivory skin. He wore faded blue jeans, and a black hooded jacket that blended into the darkness, and on his feet were a pair of white sneakers.
"I'm Annie." She said without thinking, and mentally berated herself when she saw him roll his eyes.
"Thomas." He replied with a huff, probably not caring at all who she was.
"Sorry for running into you, Thomas." Annie apologized, feeling guilty when she saw him rub his head and wince.
He scowled, "I just go by Tom."
"Oh, right. Well sorry I ran into you, Tom." Annie corrected. An awkward silence ensued, till Tom stood up, brushing grass from his jeans and grumbled something she couldn't hear. As he stood, Annie realized he was only a few inches taller than her, his chin coming almost even with the top of her head.
"I'm headed back, you can have the field to yourself now." He said, glancing at her once more before turning, and heading in the opposite direction she had come.
"Okay, nice meeting you." She mumbled, watching him walk off. Sighing, Annie glanced up, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips at the sight of the little white dots that illuminated the inky sky. Sitting down, she felt herself slowly begin to relax, despite the freezing ground that made her shiver. Her mind was blissfully blank as she gazed up at the stars, and only when her eyes began to droop did she stand up and head back to the house. As she walked through the field, under the blanket of stars, Annie found she couldn't stop a pair of forrest green eyes from filling her thoughts.