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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4. Chapter 3

Brittney’s POV

I patiently sat on the bench near the gap in the fence, waiting for him to come. I wasn’t sure if he’d come. He might be too scared to, in case I saw him again. But I really don’t see why he’d be scared of me.

I sighed, checking the time. 11:45. He came at 11:59 yesterday, so he’ll probably be here soon.

I started scrolling through twitter, starting to get bored. After a couple of minutes, I heard rustling from the bushes.

I sat up straight, looking around for him. More rustling was heard from the bush. He was obviously trying to remain unnoticed, but I guess he didn’t know how loud he was being.

I silently laughed to myself, and started making my way to the bush.

I peered around the bush, only to see a boy, crouching behind the bush, trying to hide from me.

“Hi,” I said, trying to not laugh.

He slowly peered up at me, straight away looking back down again when we made eye contact. He was obviously afraid. I scrunched my eyebrows up, confused.

“Why are you afraid of me?” I asked, slowly stepping closer to him.

He wriggled away from me, staying in his crouch position.

“I’m not here, you can’t see me,” he mumbled, continuing to shuffle away.

I chuckled at this.

“Of course I can silly.” I crouched down next to him, causing him to fall into the bush in surprise.

He wriggled around, obviously trying to get up. I laughed quietly, reaching my hand out to help him up.

He froze, staring at my hand with wide eyes.

“Come on,” I said gently, as he shyly peered up at me. He slowly took my hand, pulling himself up.

“Thankyou,” he mumbled shyly, straightening his clothes.

“It’s alright,” I said, smiling.

It was silent for a moment, as we both awkwardly tried to think of something to say.

“I saw you in the shed in the park yesterday,” I said slowly. He straight away shot up straight, his eyes going wide.

“P-please don’t tell anyone. You didn’t tell anyone you saw me, right?” he asked, desperately looking at me.

“No no, I didn’t don’t worry,” I said, reassuring him. “And I won’t tell anyone about meeting you today either.”

He instantly relaxed, grinning at me.

“Thankyou so much,” he said, giggling. “Does that make you my friend?” he asked, excitedly.

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“Well you see,” he said, grinning at me. “Friends help each other, and keep each other’s secrets. And you’re keeping my secret from everyone, even from your parents and friends. So that makes you my friend right?” he asked, a hopeful look on his face.

I smiled at this, my heart melting. “Of course it does,” I said, grinning back at him.

He giggled, spinning around in circles.

“I made a friend,” he said happily, grabbing my hands and spinning me around along with him.

I laughed slightly at this, finding all of this extremely amusing. “Surely you’ve got other friends other than me?” I said, laughing as he twirled me around.

“Nup,” he said, plopping himself down on the seat, patting the seat down next to him. “You’re my only friend.”

“Oh,” I said, suddenly feeling bad for saying what I had just said.

“Don’t worry,” he said, smiling happily at me. “I’m happy now, because I finally made a friend.”

I laughed, sitting down next to him.

“So what’s your name?” he asked me, eagerly waiting for me to tell him.

“Brittney. But everyone calls me Brit,” I said, causing his eyes to light up.

“Oooh, Brittney, that’s a pretty name,” he gushed, causing me to laugh shyly.

“Thanks,” I said, smiling up at him. “What’s your name?” I asked.

“Ahh, my dear Brittney, I’m afraid I can’t tell you that,” he said, smiling at me.

“What? Why?” I asked, confused.

“Because,” he said, leaning into my ear. “It’s a secret,” he whispered, sitting upright again.

“What? Why? I thought friends don’t keep secrets from each other,” I said, confused.

“Well there are some things that are too risky to tell anyone, even your best friend,” he said, smiling sadly at me.

Before I could say anything, he jumped up, straightening his clothes.

“Well it’s been lovely making friends with you, Brittney. We’ll meet again tomorrow,” he sung, as he happily skipped away.

I sat there, staring at him as he skipped away. Before he was out of sight, he turned around, waving at me, grinning his face off. I waved back at him, grinning back. He turned the corner, going completely out of sight.

I sighed, slumping down into the bench. This boy was definitely different.

 

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