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~

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15. Chapter 14

Brittneys’ POV

“Brittney,” a voice squealed. I looked up, seeing an extremely hyper boy jumping up and down in front of me.

“Hello there,” I chuckled, putting my phone in my pocket.

“I’m in such a good mood today,” he gushed, twirling around in a circle. “I’m filled with energy which I need to get out. Let’s go climb that hill over there,” he giggled excitedly.

“What?” I laughed, not liking the idea of climbing the hill. “The hills so tall though.”

“I know, that’s why I wanna climb It.” he started skipping towards the hill, singing loudly. After a bit, he finally realised I wasn’t behind him and was still where I was at the beginning.

“Brittneyyyyy. Why aren’t you coming,” he whined, running back to me.

“I’m too tired to climb that hill.”

“Pleaaaaaaase,” he begged, sticking his bottom lip out, while pulling the most adorable puppy eyes I had ever seen.

“No. don’t look at me like that,” I mumbled, pushing his face away.

“PLEAAAAASE,” he whined, wrapping his arms around me, hugging me tightly.

“Fine, fine,” I groaned. “Let’s go.”

He squealed, giving me a quick peck on my cheek, before racing ahead. I laughed, following closely behind him, ignoring the tingling feeling on my cheek.

 

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We were halfway up the hill before he had started to slow down. It was most probably because he used all his energy up in the first half of the climb, meaning he had none left for the rest of the way. He eventually collapsed on the grass, panting hard.

“I really should stop eating so much macaroni cheese,” he panted.

“Come on,” I laughed, trying to drag him. “You can do it.”

“No I can’t,” he whined, raising his head to look at me. “I already said I eat too much macaroni cheese to keep going.” He flopped down on the ground again, going completely limp.

“C’mon, you can do it!”

“No I can’t!” he groaned, rolling over, trying to hide the grin breaking out on his face.

“Yes you can!”

“Nooooo.”

“Yesssss.”

“I should get my sister to throw all the macaroni cheese out so I won’t be this unfit.”

“Don’t you dare,” I gasped, instantly letting go of him. “You’re kidding, right?”

He giggled, but soon started groaning again.

“I can’t keep going.”

“Yes you can. Let’s go,” I urged.

“Nooo. Save yourself Brittney, leave me here to die,” he shouted dramatically, gently pushing me towards the top of the hill.

“No, never,” I shouted back dramatically, trying to tug him up.

He lay on the floor giggling, me soon joining in with him.

Suddenly, he sprung to his feet, a grin breaking out on his face.

“Okay, let’s go,” he cheered, continuing to sprint up the hill.

I stared at him in shock. He was out of breath and exhausted just a second ago, and now he’s full on sprinting uphill. I really don’t understand this boy.

I followed behind him, but at a much slower pace. Eventually, I reached the top of the hill, only to be met by a boy sprawled out all over the ground.

“The grass is so soft,” he grinned happily, rolling around on the grass.

“Soft?” I laughed, lying down next to him.

“Yeah. Soft,” he giggled. “I wouldn’t mind sleeping here at night.”

We lay silently side by side, staring up at the sky.

“They sky’s so pretty,” he breathed.

“I know right,” I responded quietly.

“Let’s dance,” he shouted excitedly, jumping up on his feet.

“What?” I laughed, standing up.

“Have you ever slow danced before?” he giggled.

“No..” I trailed off.

“Then guess what we’re doing now,” he grinned, taking my hand.

“Oh god,” I mumbled.

“Oh YES,” he said enthusiastically.

After 10 minutes of him explaining to me how to slow dance, I was eventually getting the hang of it.

“Great, you’re fantastic at his,” he exclaimed.

“Thanks,” I laughed.

“Now we just need a song to dance to.” He furrowed his eyebrows, probably racking his brain for a song. Suddenly his eyes lit up, opening his mouth to start singing.

“Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want, 
So tell me what you want, what you really really want, 
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want, 
So tell me what you want, what you really really want, 
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha,” he screamed, twirling me around quickly at the end.

I burst out laughing, looking at him weirdly. “I don’t think that song’s made for slow dancing.”

He shrugged, grinning. “But damn, it’s a catchy song.”

He looked at his watch, sighing. “I’ve gotta leave soon,” he said sadly. “We should start making our way down the hill.”

“Oh,” I said, chewing my lip.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t have fun going down the hill,” he grabbed my hand, dragging me down the hill at full speed.

“Oh my god,” I squealed, as we ran down the hill. About halfway down, he accidently tripped, bringing me down with him.

“Oh my god are you okay?” I asked worriedly, but all I got as a response was a loud giggle.

“Let’s roll down the hill,” he said excitedly, not waiting for a response before rolling down the hill.

“Oh my god,” I laughed. “You look so stupid doing that.” But still, I joined him in rolling down the hill.

“That was really fun, wasn’t it,” he grinned, helping me up when I had reached the bottom.

“Surprisingly, yes, it was,” I agreed.

“I had so much fun today,” he grinned, pulling me in for a hug. “Goodbye Brittney dear, see you tomorrow.”

 

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