The Boy Next Door

There's something about smoking that's just so relieving. I know it's not healthy in any way but the mind instantly calms down on the first inhale. Lot's of people get mad or whatever when someone says it's attractive, don't get me wrong sometimes it is, but that doesn't change the reason I do it whatsoever. At this rate, if I don't cut back, you'll be hearing about my funeral sooner than expected. But who cares, we all die. Some sooner than others but in the end it's no different. The whole reason I'm like this is seeing as that we could die at any point in life is just staggering even at the thought. Why mope around all day, when you could be taking so many risks, rob a fucking bank, bungee jump of a cliff. Do something exhilarating and stop waiting for your prince charming to come galloping in on his beautiful stallion to save you from the mundane routine that is your life. Ahah here I am, star gazing on my roof with someone I could possibly love, being all philosophical and shit in silence.

My trail of thought was brought back to reality by the calloused hands that took hold of mine. His hands were cold, as too was as mine. A small smile crept it's way to my lips as he gave my hands a light squeeze. I brought my gaze from the little glowing lights in the sky over towards my left. He too had a smile on his lips, the beautiful hazel orbs were just barely closed, giving me the advantage of taking in all of his flawlessness without coming off as a creep, knowing he'd tease me about it somehow later on in the future. But I couldn't help it, he was so alluring. The way his piercings glistened under the moonlight, the barely visible stubble that was scattered across his prominent jawline. I do believe that I only hated him because he treated me differently, he wasn't afraid to offend me unlike everyone else. I wasn't used to it, but now....

So much for not being a creep. I quickly averted my gaze from him and back to the stars. Although I'm pretty sure he knew all along. His eyes fluttered open, revealing the shiny hazel orbs that were once hidden, the small smile he had broke out into a large grin. Oh fucking hell.

I expected the usual "see something you like" followed by some weird pet name and or an eyebrow wiggle suggesting the obvious. But there was nothing. The silence we sat in wasn't one of those awkward "holy shit say something or I'm going to die" kinda silences. More of a comfortable, calm type of thing.

People walking by must've thought we were mental. Two teenagers, a girl and a boy, laying down atop a roof, holding hands while staring into each others mesmerizing eyes, at night. Yeah seems pretty normal right?

"I'm sorry about your mother and all..."

"What do you have to be sorry for? She's my lame excuse of a mother"

"I don't know, it feels like you have to grow up so fast now, there's no adult in charge to tell you what to do anymore"

"pffft grow up fast? Frank, it's me we're talking about. I could be 50 and I'd still run around my house in only my underwear singing to some Taylor swift song."

"right" he breathed out a chuckle and let the silence flow back into place.

I don't know if he found it weird that we were just looking at each other and not talking. If he did, I'm sure he'd say some witty remark.

"What are we" As soon as I blurted it out, I instantly regretted it. What the fuck was I thinking. He obviously doesn't like me back, he thinks I'm an egotistical bitch like everyone else does. oh god why'd I say that.

"what do you mean"

"nothing, just forget it"

"no...continue"

"well....this. What is this" Nothing I was saying was being processed in my brain anymore. Ah shit saying a word differently doesn't help explain things any better Veronica. Nice going idiot.

"Well....," he suddenly jumped up from his previous position and lowered his hand for me to take, "this, my dear Veronica, is anything you want it to be" What the fuck happened to him first he was all quiet and calm and now he's talking like some fucking English man.

What does that even mean anyways??

He waved his hand out further, I hesitantly accepted it and he pulled me up instantly. Then he started walking quickly towards my window. Almost to a point where I was going to fall off the roof.

"C'mon get your shit we're going somewhere" Was this guy fucking crazy, it's almost nine. most shops and malls would be closed by now plus won't his mother go mental?

"What?!?"

"just trust me for once will you"

"I could but then again-"

"V shut the fuck up and just live a little" Oh the irony. I was just having that self empowering speech in my mind and now I don't even want to be spontaneous. Yeah fuck it whats the worse that could happen?

"Alright you fucking dickhead. What do I pack"

"i dont know? clothes and your girl crap?"

"Thanks for the specification assho-"

"oh and a swim suit"

Within about twenty minutes we met again outside our houses. I was a little surprised. His mother was standing by the door step and waved us off goodbye. He forced me into his car and started the engine, with me still not having any clue on what was happening.

"May I ask what we're doing?"

"Taking a break from growing up"

Notes

oK GOODBYE I AM GOING TO WATCH A MOVIE NOW. I LITERALLY JUST WROTE THIS OUTSIDE THE CINEMA BC I ARRIVED TOO EARLY