11:59 ||c.h||

"We'll meet again tomorrow, okay? 11:59, this exact same spot, don't be late"

~Where a troubled boy finds a glimmer of hope in a girl who maybe, just maybe, be able to fix him~


11. Chapter 10

Brittney’s POV

I arrived at the bench at 12:01, causing me to look around in confusion when I saw no one around. I checked behind the bush and in the shed twice. I still wasn’t able to find him. I shrugged, deciding to just walk back home.

Just as I was about to cross the street, someone pounced on me, screaming a loud “BOO”.

I screamed, falling over, scared to death.

I sat up, glaring at the boy laughing at me. I crossed my arms, frowning.

After about a minute of nonstop laughing, he finally bent down next to me.

“Hey, I’m sorry Brittney,” he giggled, unable to stop laughing. I continued to frown, not ready to give in to him yet.

“Are you really upset?” he asked, panicking. “I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to upset you I just decided it’d be a little fun to scare you and I really thought you wouldn’t be upset about it I’m so sor-“

I burst out laughing, unable to contain my laughter anymore.

He stopped talking and stared at me for a while. He finally realised that I was acting the whole time, and gently punched me, laughing slightly.

“Y-you were so panicked and scared,” I said, trying to stop laughing.

“Shut up. I guess that makes us even then,” he said, grinning down at me.

“Yeah, I guess it does,” I said when I had finally stopped laughing.

“So I really need to go keep looking for something in the shed. You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. You can just go home if you want?”

“Nah, I’ll come. There’s nothing else to do anyway,” I shrugged, getting up.

“YAAAY,” he squealed, hugging me tightly.

I laughed as I got up, starting to make my way towards the shed.

“So you still haven’t told me your name,” I said, trying to hint to him that I wanted to know. But he seemed completely oblivious to it.

“I know,” he grinned, looking down at me.

“I really want to know.”


I sighed, giving up on this whole hinting thing. “Can you please tell me?”

He shook his head, giggling. “Nuh uh.”

“What?” I whined, crossing my arms, pouting.

“I’ll tell you soon. I promise,” he said, looking down at me. “And friends never break promises, right?”

“Right.” I grumbled. I was pretty annoyed that I still didn’t know his name. Usually the first thing you find out about someone is their name. Not that they’re not allowed to ‘roam freely’ and that people aren’t allowed to see him, or that he saw his own parents dead.

“Heyy, don’t be mad at me,” he pouted. “It’s not my fault.”

“Then why can’t you?” I asked, frowning.

“My sister said it’s best to not tell anyone,” he shrugged.

I decided to just leave it there, just in case he got upset again.

“So how long have you been looking for this thing in the shed?” I asked, trying to start another conversation.

“It’s not just the shed. They could be hidden anywhere in the park. I’ve only started looking for this thing around two months ago.”

“How come I’ve never noticed you?” I asked, confused. My bedroom window looked out towards the park, and I spend quite a lot of time in my room. How come I’d never noticed him lurking around?

“Because I’m a ninja,” he giggled, starting to kick the trees around him.

“HAA YA,” he screamed, karate chopping a log. I don’t know if he expected the log to crack in half or not, but it was obvious he didn’t expect it to hurt.

“Oww,” he whined, examining his hand.

“That’s what happens when you try to be a ninja,” I smirked.

“Waddya mean, try to be a ninja? I AM a ninja,” he stated proudly.

“Of course you are,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.

“I AM,” he protested, as we continued to make our way to the shed.

“If you insist,” I say, laughing.

Once we made our way into the shed, he straight away started digging through the book shelf, instantly concentrating.

I sat down on a chair in the corner of the room, watching him, as creepy as that sounds. But it was interesting watching him. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and every once in a while, his eyes would brighten excitedly, but instantly dull again, frowning.

My eyes wandered around the room, looking at the room properly for the first time. It was pretty empty. Just a bookshelf, desk, cupboard, coffee table and this chair.

I wrinkled my nose at the amount of dust on the coffee table, instantly brushing all the dust away. I smiled in satisfaction at the now clean table, until I saw a red stain on the corner.

I got off the chair to look at the stain closer. I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out what it was. Suddenly, my eyes widened in realisation, blood.

“Uhm- hey,” I stuttered, causing the boy to turn to me, confused.

I pointed a shaking finger at the stain. “U-uh. Is that b-blood?” I asked nervously. I backed away, now able to see how big the stain was. Dried up blood was dripping down the whole table leg, and the whole corner was coated in red.

He ran to the table, eyes widening when he saw it. He stared at the stain, not saying anything.

He suddenly shot up, making his way to the door. I quickly followed behind him, not wanting to be in the shed by myself.

“I-I gotta go. S-she needs to k-know,” he stuttered, starting to run in the other direction, not bothering to say goodbye.

“Bye,” I weakly called, hopelessly watching him sprint away.



It's Calum's birthday AND HES SO OLD NOW DDD;

I only got 2 hours of sleep last night and im so tired 

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