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~


8. Chapter 7

Brittney’s POV

I quickly rushed to the bench, even though it was still 1:55. I sat down, eagerly waiting for him to appear. Though I shouldn’t get my hopes to high. He did seem pretty upset with me yesterday.

When my phone finally read 11:59, I sat up straight, looking around everywhere for him.

I suddenly saw him running towards me. I quickly stood up, not knowing how he’ll be acting towards me.

He was grinning at me, so he was probably not as upset as he was yesterday.

“Hello there Brittney,” he exclaimed, pulling me in for a hug.

I laughed, hugging him back.

“Look, I’m really sorry for yesterday. I honestly wasn’t thinki-“

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m over it,” he said, cutting me off.

“Are you sure?” I asked slowly, as he nodded back at me, grinning.

“So we’re good?” I asked hopefully.

“All good,” he said happily. “We never weren’t anyway.”

A silence fell upon us, neither of us knowing what to say.

I had been meaning to ask him a question, but I wasn’t sure if it was right to ask him it right now, after seeing him nearly cry yesterday. But it’s not like this question would offend him or anything, and I could always just quickly change the topic if he does get upset.

“I’ve been wondering. I saw you digging around in the shed a couple days ago. What were you doing?” I asked nervously, as he chewed his lip, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets.

“I was looking for something,” he said, shrugging, looking down at his feet.

“Oh,” I simply said, not wanting to pry.

“Come on, let’s go in the shed in case someone comes sees us. Besides, I need to keep looking for something,” he said, eagerly pulling me towards the gap in the fence.

“Um, do we have to? Can’t we just, I don’t know, stay here and hide behind the bush if someone does come?” I asked anxiously. I mean, I was about to go into a dark old shed with a boy whose name I didn’t even know.

He stopped pulling me, and froze. He slowly turned around, hurt showing all over his face.

“Are you, scared of me?” he asked quietly. I shrugged, not knowing what to say.

“No, well, yeah, a bit,” I admitted. “It’s just that I barely know you, and I’m about to go into some dark old shed with you which no one dares to step foot in. I know I went in the shed with you two days ago, but you looked so panicked and I didn’t think.”

 “I promise you I won’t do anything to hurt you. And friends keep promises, right?” he asked, his eyes shining. “And I didn’t do anything to you when you went in the shed with me two days ago though, did I?”

I weakly smiled. “Right. And yeah, I guess.”

“But tell me why no one can see you, then I’ll go in the shed with you,” I said firmly, crossing my arms.

He chewed his lip, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets.

“I’m not allowed to ‘roam freely’ like this,” he said quietly.

“Roam freely? What? So you’re saying you’re supposed to be locked up or something?” I asked, getting confused by him for the 100th time in the past few days.

He was quiet for a while, before finally answering me. “I’m not allowed to be here, so if I got caught, I don’t even want to know what would happen to me,” he said, shrugging.

“Then why are you still here?” I asked cautiously, afraid that I’d upset him again.

“Because I need to find something, remember?” he asked, gesturing towards the shed.

“Oh,” I said awkwardly, kicking some pebbles around. “That thing must be pretty important then,” I mumbled, as he nodded.

“Yeah. If I find it, my sister and I will be ‘free’ again.”

“Oh,” I said quietly. I finally looked up to him, only to see tears forming in his eyes.

“Hey hey, I’m sorry for asking. Please stop crying,” I said gently, as he quickly shook his head, wiping his eyes.

“Waddya mean? I’m not crying,” he said, grinning up at me, not a single trace of sadness showing on his face anymore.

Suddenly, we heard footsteps approaching. His eyes widened, quickly ducking behind the bush, going completely out of sight.

“Britttttttt, oh BRITTTTTTTTTTTTT,” I heard Luke call, causing me to roll my eyes.

“WHAT,” I yelled, as his head popped up from behind the hedge, grinning.

“It’s lunchtime and our mums said we can’t start eating without you and I’m starving,” he whined, as I rolled my eyes again at his immature behaviour.

“Fine. I’ll be there in a minute,” I grumbled, as he scurried off back to the house. When the door had shut, I quietly went towards the bush.

“Hey, no one’s around anymore,” I said quietly, as he cautiously peered around.

When he saw no one was around, he jumped up, grinning.

“Well I guess this is goodbye,” he said, twirling me around before running off.

“See ya tomorrow, 11:59, don’t forget.”



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