The book that's being written

Chapter one
Lily
Lily Christensen held her head high as she began her slow, long steps, to the front of his house. She wrapped his flannel shirt around her tighter as the New York breeze wisped through her. She could feel the goose bumps crawling up her thighs, lingering the frigid air. She stopped when she reached the stairs. Hayden’s house was on a hill, the corner of Lexington and third. The bricks with there auburn color, stood out brightly with the autumn leaves. Lily looked up and smiled at the tire swing dangling from the one tree in Hayden’s yard. He used to sit and push her there for hours under the night’s stars then they would lye in the grass in silence.
When her warm finger pressed against the bitterness of the ice-cold doorbell, she shivered. She wasn’t sure if she was shivering from the cold, or if she were truly scared of what Hayden might say to her. She tapped her toe on the dirty welcome mat that lay sloppily in front of the Michael’s residents. Her recently bitten fingernails drummed against the multi colored buttons on her messenger bag.
She saw a moving figure appear somewhat through the textured glass of the door. All she could think of is in 3.2 seconds her whole life could be over. Then what? Who could replace him? No one came to mind, because no one has ever touched Lily Christensen’s heart in such a way.

Chapter two
Hayden
He was listening to his ipod, drowning out her scent in his room with Febreeze. No matter how many squirts came out of that bottle the essence of Lily lingered everywhere he stood. The pads of his fingers gripped his forehead in frustration of the fact she was forever branded in his mind. He rolled his tongue over his lips; still he could taste her peach chapstick.
His mind drifted back to August 10th. He had been pushing Lily on his tire swing for at least a good three hours, and then when he stopped they laid upon the grass in silence. Then she had kissed him, just once, nothing big, but it was to Hayden. He forever remembered the way the peach flavoring of her lip-gloss, never truly faded off his lips.
The chiming doorbell rudely interrupted his thoughts. He climbed out of his bed and sighed as he saw her shadow hidden by his textured glass door. His heartbeat quickened as he grasped the doorknob. In one more swift motion of his wrist his life would be incomplete.
She stood there in front of him, her long chestnut hair laid on her chest covering the top of Hayden’s flannel shirt. A small smile crept upon his face but, then slowly disappeared when he remembered why she was standing in front of him looking so heart broken.