EIGHTEEN || SEVENTEEN spin off ||

Chapter Ten || Pool

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Basking in the comfort of Nat's embrace, my head finds its rest upon her chest, lulled by the rhythmic cadence of her fingers threading through my hair. A contented sigh escapes my lips, a testament to the solace I find in these stolen moments of tranquility. Yet, even as I lie there, a sense of restlessness begins to stir within me, the tendrils of boredom reaching out to weave a tapestry of ennui.

Uttering my thoughts aloud, I express the sentiment that has taken root, breaking the silence between us. "I'm bored," I confess, a fleeting admission that lingers like an invitation for shared contemplation.

Her response comes after a measured pause, her voice carrying a hint of playful suggestion that unfurls like a ray of sunlight piercing through the clouds. "Wanna go paint a house again?" she proposes, a grin dancing at the corners of her lips. I can't help but laugh at the recollection of our previous escapade, the memory a testament to the unpredictable adventures we've shared.

With a chuckle, I respond, "Not really." The memory of our paint-splattered misadventure still vivid in my mind, the idea of revisiting such chaos elicits a mixture of amusement and hesitation.

As though weaving an intricate tapestry of possibilities, Nat's mind continues to churn. Her words drift into the air like an enticing whisper, conjuring visions of clandestine exploits and stolen moments. "There's a pool nearby," she suggests, her voice carrying a conspiratorial note. The image she paints is one of tranquil waters and the allure of secret rendezvous, a canvas upon which we could script our own adventure.

The invitation hangs tantalizingly in the air, a fork in the road that beckons me to embrace the unknown. Drawing upon a wellspring of courage, I sit up, our gazes locked in a shared understanding that transcends words. In a heartbeat, our lips meet in a fleeting yet impassioned kiss, a bridge that spans the chasm between uncertainty and the promise of excitement.

Breaking the kiss, a sense of determination courses through me, buoyed by the prospect of a new escapade with Nat by my side. "Let's go," I assert, a fervent declaration that reverberates with the thrill of anticipation.

Stepping away from the sanctuary of my room, I cautiously swing open the door, allowing Nat to trail behind. The hallway stretches before us, a silent passage rife with anticipation and a shared sense of adventure. Our footsteps fall in hushed cadence, a dance of stealth as we navigate the familiar corridors.

The soft hum of the television drifts through the air, a siren song that draws me toward the source. Peering around the corner, I'm met with the heartwarming sight of Tai and Van, cocooned on the couch, a tableau of intimacy and companionship. A mixture of emotions wells within me – a pang of nostalgia and a flicker of longing for simpler times.

With Nat in tow, I inch closer to the door, my fingers deftly working to unlock it. The familiar click is as gratifying as it is treacherous, a signal that our clandestine exit is underway. But fate has other plans, for Van's voice cuts through the air like a blade, shattering the illusion of secrecy. "Y/N? Where are you going?" Her query rings out, a testament to her keen awareness that pierces the thin veil of our escapade.

As Nat and I make our hurried retreat, a sense of urgency propels us forward, fueled by equal parts determination and the thrill of the forbidden. Van's swift approach leaves us no time to spare, her actions akin to a defiant halt as she interposes herself between me and the door. The momentum is lost, a fleeting victory snatched away, as the door remains tantalizingly ajar.

My heart pounds within my chest, a rhythm that matches the urgency of our steps as we bound down the stairs. The world outside rushes toward us, a haven of possibilities and the allure of unfettered freedom. Grabbing Nat's hand, a symphony of excitement courses through me, mirrored in her own racing heartbeat. "Go! Go! Go!" I cry out, urging us onward, the exuberance lacing my voice tinged with laughter.