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Part II - Changes

Andy agitatedly bounced a tennis ball against the back of his bedroom door, staring at the calendar that gave him only one more week of freedom before starting high school as a freshman. Now 14, his habits and hobbies hadn't changed much. How could they when his neighborhood hadn't?
He heard a knock on the door, and knew that his favorite part of the status quo was waiting behind it. He tossed the tennis ball under his bed and shouted an invitation to enter. The door swung open and Alison, a sparkling emerald shimmering from the thin gold chain around her neck, walked in.
Her long unruly hair, now sun-bleached lighter than her darkly tanned face trailed recklessly behind her. Her forest green tube top and hip-hugging jeans were ample evidence than unlike Andy she had started down the road toward adult sophistication. The mysterious rock which she'd found in the creek three years earlier had now become her first piece of real jewelry. Andy, of course, hadn't made the corelation. As she watched him resume bouncing the ball off the door, she smiled. In some ways, boys could be so hopeless.
Despite the surface changes, the two were no less the inseperable pair of backyard adventurers. A stray bounce sent his ball flying behind his bed, and soon they were under tree cover and running wildly toward the unknown. The bright summer sun flickered a patchwork of shadows over their heads as they drove their way deeper into the woods. An hour long  game of hide and seek gave way after Andy finally found Alison pressed down against the ground under a hastily arranged pile of brush.
Now assured that they were both completely filthy, they picked their way through the area to a well-worn deer if narrow trail that they'd adopted the previous summer as their own. Even a mile out from the houses, they had long traced out all of the openings through the thick overgrowth. A lifetime of dangerous and unsupervised exploration had imbued both with an excellent sense of direction. This particular path led to a particularly special place. They marked out the lengthy walk with loose and enthusastic chatter about nothing in particular.
Finally they came to it. A gap in the trees where the big creek was down to a shallow trickle, the brown soil of the forrest gave way to a vibrant clearing of green grass. At the edge the clearing, right where the grass gave way to the tree cover, there was a pile of bricks they'd spent the last month dragging from an overgrown and exposed old farmhouse foundation nearby. As they each bounced ideas back and forth about the grandiose structures they could make with the bricks if they had a bag of concrete, they stacked the bricks into a loose and modest outdoor fireplace.
Their masterpiece complete, Andy stared at Alison expectantly with a roguish smile threatening to spread across his face. With a wide grin of her own, she reached into her left buttocks pocket and pulled out a book of matches she'd nabbed from her kitchen drunk drawer. They spent the next half hour gathering and branches that'd fallen from the trees and packed the gaps in their pile with little twigs for kindling.
As the sun started to sink, Andy struck a match against the book and set the pile ablaze. Then they lay back and watched the flames dance playfully in their fireplace.
He looked over and met Alison's smiling face, sharing in the silent satisfaction of a hard day's labor. As his glaze lingered on his partner in crime, he noticed for the first time the pleasant way her waist was starting to flare out. Following slowly back toward her eyes, he also noticed the way her top was just starting to hint at the greater curves to come.
Without thinking about it, his sweaty and dirty hand clasped hers. Rather than pull away, she shifted closer, pressing her side lightly against his. Without really thinking about it, she rested her head on his shoulder. They lay there, just staring the flickering flames until the fire was the only thing light for miles.
Finally, when the fire had burned down to mere embers and both were long past late for dinner, they picked themselves off the ground. "We'd better head back or our folks will send out a search party out looking for us," Alison deadpanned with an audible reluctance that Andy felt.
"Yeah, I guess we'd better," Andy muttered back.
Just as Alison turn to start off into the darkness, Andy sucked in a breath and suddenly reached out with a soft touch of her shoulder. She turned back, questioningly, and he pulled her into an embrace. Before either of them could think about them, he ducked his head down to his little friend -- suddenly more than a friend -- and poked his nose right into hers.
Before her could shirk back in embarrassment, she reached up and gently guided his head slightly to the right and guided his mouth in for what both would forever remember as their first real kiss.
A shiver of unfamiliar endorphins went through Andy's core.
A trickle of something else pulsated through Alison. Something she hadn't felt since pulling the mysterious green stone from the creek. And this time, the euphoric sensation was increased tenfold.
It took them along time to pick their way back in the darkness, by which time any chance of leftovers had long since evaporated. Alison wasn't surprised when her furious and worried sick mother was sent her to bed without dinner. She had no doubt it was worth it. The feeling, which had steadily intensified in both frequency and extent, was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt. No wonder people liked to kiss so much, she thought.
As she flopped down on her bed, she struggled to pull her shoes off her feet. Suddenly they were tighter than the most cruelly laced ice skates. She lay on her bed for an hour or more, just enjoying the trickling warmth. Looking down at her barefoot ankles, she noticed her ankles poking out past her pant legs and had to roll her eyes. Her mom had just bought this pair at the end of school, and wouldn't be thrilled to replace them already. She wondered why she hadn't noticed how short they'd gotten on her before.
When she woke up the next morning, she also wondered by they suddenly felt so tight.

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