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~


3. Chapter 2

Brittney’s POV

I sighed, getting frustrated. I had been staring at that park from my bedroom window for the past hour, hoping to see this mysterious person again, but so far I had seen nothing. Groaning, I decided to go downstairs to get myself a snack.

After rummaging through the pantry and fridge for 20 minutes, I was finally satisfied with the meal I had come up with. I made my way back up to my room, already starting to eat the Oreos. I plopped down on my seat again, setting the plate and glass down on my desk.

I started eating my sandwich while opening my laptop up. I was in the middle of stalking one of my friends from school, when I saw something move in the park.

I shot up in my seat, giving my full attention to this person.

I saw a boy wriggling through a tiny gap in the fence. After about a minute of struggling, he finally got through. He stood up, dusting the dirt off his clothes. I stared, amazed at how he fit through that tiny gap.

He was a teenage boy, probably around the same age as me. He had pitch black hair, which was covered with a beanie. He had rather muscular arms, and he seemed quite tall. Before I was able to observe his features any further, he quickly hid behind the bushes near the fence, peering around to see if anyone was around. He appeared to give a sigh of relief when he saw no one, and started to crawl his way to the shed.

I looked at the time. It was 12:00, but he got here about a minute ago, so that meant he got here at around 11:59. I quickly jotted this down, including him crawling through the gap of the fence, hiding in the bush, and scurrying towards the shed.

After I had written it all down, I squinted at the shed, trying to see what he was doing.

He seemed to be looking for something, considering that he was rummaging through the desk, just like yesterday. This continued for a full half hour, and I started to get bored. I had finished my food ages ago, and had started to continue stalking my friend.

I decided to go walk across the street to try get a closer look of what the boy was doing.

I stood up, brushing the crumbs off my lap, and started making my way down the stairs.

“Where are you going?” I stopped at the front door, turning around.

My mum was standing there, her hands on her hips.

“Oh, just going for a short walk,” I said, smiling.

"don’t take too long k?” she called, going back to the kitchen.

“K,” I shouted, yanking the door open.

I started making my way across the street, being as quiet as possible. I saw the boy still in the shed, too busy to notice I was making my way to the park.

Suddenly, I heard someone yell my name.

“BRIT. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I saw Ash around 50 metres away, waving at me. I quickly looked back towards the shed, only to see the boy panicking. He picked a pile of papers up, quickly making his way out.

While he was scurrying back towards the gap in the fence, he caught sight of me looking at him. His eyes widened, as well as mine. He scrambled towards the gap, stumbling over his feet while doing so. He made it through the gap quickly, and sprinted off in the other direction, as I stared after him, not able to move.

“Hey Brit, you ok?” Ash asked, when he saw me staring at the park.

“Huh? Oh. I just saw a, um, squirrel, climbing the tree. Hah. Yeah. It was really cute,” I said, grinning.

“Um.. Okay? Well I saw you on the street and I thought you were taking a walk, and I wanted to join you. But, if you’re not then I’ll just… go…”

“No no, it’s ok. Let’s go,” I said, starting to walk.

He grinned, draping his arm across my shoulders.

“Ahh yes. Thankyou so much for accompanying me on this walk on this spectacular day,” he said, chattering on and on about who-knows-what.

I zoned out, trying to figure out what that boy was doing. He seemed so, scared, when he saw me. Like he was afraid I was going to start screaming and beating him up.

“Hey Brit, are you even listening to me?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry, kinda zoned out a bit,” I said, smiling weakly.

Tomorrow I was going to wait for him at that gap in the fence and try talk to him. He seems different. How, I don’t know, but I’m determined to find out.



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