Undeniable

Undeniable - Chapter 16

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Clink!

I kept hearing that noise against my window that night.

Clink! Clink!

At first I thought it was a murderer.

But then I decided to grow a pair and walk up to the window to check.

I unlatched the window and slowly slid it up. I looked down.

Of course.

"Thomas?" I whisper-shouted, "What's your problem? What are you even doing? Trying to break the freaking window?"

I wasn't a morning person.

He just laughed. "Come 'ere. I miss you. I couldn't sleep."

I sighed. Neither could I.

I slipped on tennis shoes (with my super hot boy shorts - I'm almost positive they were Jake's - and v-neck... not) and grabbed our flimsy fire escape ladder and climbed down the side of our house. Fortunately it was small.

"What is it?" I asked. "It's 2:30 in the morning."

He smiled. I looked at his handful of pebbles he had been throwing at my window.

I should have known.

"I wanna show you something."

"Fine."

He led me to the boardwalk; Stan's, to be exact.

I could've really gone for a homemade cinnoman roll right then.

He walked around the side of the building and put his foot in a hole in the wall. His Nike tennis shoes he had on were, like, fifty times the size of mine. I was too small.

He began climbing up the side of Stan's.

"What exactly possessed you to climb up the side of a cafe wall?"

"Just follow me."

"Okay."

"Don't hurt your arm."

I rolled my eyes. "Please."

He waited for me at the top. I grabbed his hand and he hoisted me up.

I was surprised; the roof was completely flat, which is not at all what I would've expected it to look like. I looked around.

It was flat up until the part at the front, which was a slight incline. Perfect for watching the stars.

Or sleeping.

He laid down on the tilting part of the roof and held out his arm for me to lay next to him.

I curled into his side.

"I like stars," he said, "even though they aren't actually shaped like stars."

"Yeah," I agreed, "they're just balls of fire."

"Like you."

I looked at him and laughed. "I'm a ball of fire?"

"Well, balls of fire are hot, and you're... hot."