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~


7. Chapter 6

Brittney’s POV

I quickly rushed over to the bench, looking at the time. 7:16, I was 2 minutes late.

The boy was already sitting there, fiddling around with his fingers.

“I’m sorry I’m late. I fell asleep,”

He grinned up at me, jumping up to pull me in for a hug.

“Brittney, darling. I thought you had abandoned me for a bit there.”

“I would never do that,” I said, trying to sound as honest and sincere as possible.

“I know. Because we’re friends, right?” he asked, grinning happily.

“Right,” I said, grinning back at him.

“You should come over to my house one day. My parents aren’t at home during the day because of work, so we’d have the house to ourselves,” I said, his eyes lighting up.

“My, what a marvellous idea you have there, my dear Brittney,” he exclaimed, twirling around.

“Hey that reminds me, I’m gonna be going to visit my other friends house in two days. I was wondering if you’d like to come along and meet them. Their house is just a couple houses from mine.” I asked.

He quickly shook his head. “N-no thanks,” he stammered, as I scrunched my eyebrows up in confusion.

“Why? Don’t you want more friends?” I asked, puzzled.

“Of course I do.”

“Then why not come along with me?”

“I can’t meet them. I’m not allowed to make friends,” he answered, shrugging.

“Ok seriously, what’s up with you,” I asked impatiently, as his eyes widened at me.

“W-what do you mean?” he , stuttered, swallowing.

“I don’t mean to sound like a bitch but, what’s wrong with you? You’re so, strange and different.” I looked up at him, waiting for an explanation. But instead, I saw his face fall, causing me to instantly regret what I had just asked. Hurt flooded over his face, as he looked down at his feet.

“T-there’s nothing wrong with me,” he said quietly, tears starting to form in his eyes.

“Why does everyone who meets me ask me that? That’s part of the reason why I don’t want to meet anyone.”

I froze, not knowing what to say or do.

After a good 5 minutes of silence, other than the sniffles coming from him, he finally looked up at me.

“I’m really sorry I-“I started, before he cut me off.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m going now. Bye Brittney,” he said, smiling sadly, before walking away from me.



I'm so sorry but i'm in bed with the flu and a headache that makes me feel like my head's about to fall off.

I won't be updating any of my stories for the next few days, and I'm really sorry about that ));

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