It was windy as Lacey walked over to the railroad tracks, chilling her to the bone. She wrapped her scarf more snugly around her neck and shoved her hands deep into her coat pockets.
She stopped right in front of the train tracks.
He isn't here today.
She shrugged, taking her usual place on the tracks. Lacey was never the type to be bothered by being alone. She was used to it.
For a while, she just layed there, letting the cold nip at her face. But this time she felt warmth. She felt warmth in the cold. She felt warmth from the winds and the tracks. Slowly, she found herself drifting off.
When she awoke, the cold was gone, replaced by an unfamiliar warmth. Part of her wanted to fall back asleep, bask in the feeling for as long as she could have it. But curiosity ebbed at her, and she opened her eyes to see the white boy holding her.
It took a moment for him to realize she was awake, and he frowned down at her. "Are you stupid?"
Lacey blinked, not expecting that. "What the heck are you talking about?" she muttered, rubbing the last of the sleep from her eyes.
"Why would you fall asleep on the railroad tracks?" he replied, still frowning at her.
He was right. Why did she fall asleep on the railroad tracks? It's not like the weather was warm or she was tired. She didn't even have a proper answer; it had just felt right.He probably thought she was crazy.
"Why do you care?" Lacey demanded, trying to shuffle away from the boy's grasp.
He seemed to only realize then that he was still holding her. His cheeks burned red and his frown deepened as he let her go.
"Look. First you take over my spot. Then you nearly get yourself killed in my spot. I don't need that guilt lying around, alright? I've already got enough of that."
The last part seemed more to himself than her, but before she could ask about it he stood up. He stuck out a hand and pulled her up as well.
Once she was on her feet he let go of her hand, and with one last look, the two went their separate ways.
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Some Things are Nothing (BWWM/ Interracial)
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