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~


5. Chapter 4

Brittney’s POV

I sat down at the bench again the next day, eagerly waiting for this mysterious boy to arrive.

At exactly 11:59, I saw him skipping towards me, grinning.

“Brittney, darling,” he said happily, spinning me around. I laughed, spinning around with him.

“Hello there,” I said, greeting him.

“So how’s my awesome friend been doing?” he asked, giggling quietly.

“Amazing. And how’s MY awesome friend been doing?” I asked, grinning, as he giggled even harder.

“I’ve been WONDERFUL,” he exclaimed, twirling around the tree.

“That’s great to hear,” I said, grinning even harder at him.

Suddenly, we heard a group of people approach, who were laughing loudly. A look of panic instantly flooded on his face, as he quickly grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the gap in the fence.

“Come on, quickly,” he whispered.

“What? Why?” I asked, confused.

He wriggled through the gap in the fence, sticking his hand out through the hole to help me.

I hastily took his hand, going through the hole as fast as I can. When I had made it through, he quickly pulled me towards the shed, slamming the door shut once we were both inside.

He ducked down under the window, so the group wouldn’t be able to see him. He urgently beckoned me over, and I crawled over to him, confused.

“Why are we hiding,” I whispered, causing him to cover my mouth.

“Shh, they’ll hear us,” he whispered.

When the sound of laughter had faded away, he finally removed his hand. I quickly stood up, folding my arms.

“Why are we hiding from them,” I said firmly, frowning.

“Because no one’s allowed to see me,” he said sadly.

“What? Why wouldn’t people be allowed to see you?”

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I can’t tell you.”

“What, why?” I asked, getting even more confused.

“When the time is right, then I’ll tell you,” he said, suddenly finding great interest in the stick lying on the floor.

“When the time is right? What does that even mean?” I asked, frustrated, running my hands through my hair.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “I guess this is why I don’t have any friends.”

I sighed, sitting back down next to him.

“That’s not true. I don’t see why you don’t have any friends. You’re an amazing person to be with,” I said, ruffling his hair.

“Really?” he asked, his eyes lighting up. “Are you being honest?”

“Of course I am,” I said, laughing. “Friends don’t lie to each other, right?”

“Right,” he said, happily jumping up. “I’m so lucky to have such an amazing friend as you,” he said, pulling me up with him.

“And I’m lucky to have a friend like you,” I said back at him, causing his grin to grow even wider.

“Oh I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he said happily, twirling me around.

He looked at his watch, causing his eyes to widen.

“Oh no, I’m late,” he said, panicking.

“What? Late for what?” I asked, becoming confused once again.

“I really have to go now, don’t wanna get caught,” he said, rushing outside.

“We’ll meet again tomorrow. 11:59, at the bench, don’t be late,” he said quickly, shooting me one last smile before running off.


I just heard someone sneeze 11 times in a row and I’m really confused.

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