Underground

24

"No." My tone is serious, his eyes are tempting but I don't give in to peer pressure with a snap of a finger. I look at the chains between him and I and I shake my head. He counters my bluff by swiftly turning his feet the other way and going into the abandoned building. He looks like a little kid stomping his feet running into a tantrum, I can't tell if it's cute or annoying.

Why does he keep bringing me to places that seem justifiable to believe he's gonna murder me?

I huff as I watch his silhouette fall further and further, its either be out here where someone could murder me or be beside him where some one could murder me, I choose the latter. 

I go under the chains and find myself in the gate. I pace myself over to him quickly  as he turns and smiles, knowing I was gonna come in all along, knowing he is annoyingly right. 

"Why are you always bringing me to places we shouldn't be?" I ask, almost like an accusation. 

"Because when your not suppose to be somewhere it makes you want to go in even more." He shrugs, we continue our way in, it looks like a school that was abandoned, the school halls being dark and absent of students. 

When he brought us I thought it was just a really tall building but it must've been a really nice education program, because this place is huge. The halls are long and the walls on both sides of us are sorted with red lockers, the floor is checkered, it seems like this was a beautiful school, I can't imagine why they would shut it down.

We go up a a long flight of stairs, him holding the bottle of wine still, I guess it's allowed when you're in Paris. He opens up a door to a roof yet again, what is up with this man and roofs?

We walk closer to the center of the top of the building, him looking over at me to see my reaction, I'm confused by what is suppose to happen. It's a roof, with not much of a view, the trees around us would be beautiful during a sunrise but it's nearly two in the morning.

But then a roaring sound begins and I look at him until he just looks up, I do so with him and my reaction begins. 

A air plane comes what feels only a few feet away from us, it soars right over us and my hand reaches my mouth in awe. I feel so small like the buildings in LA makes me feel, and my problems that I am near to face feel small with it. I chuckle as it leaves our sight and falls into the trees behind us, I look back down as the sound leaves and I see him just looking at me. 

A plane just flew over us so close and he is looking at me. 

"Hmm?" He asks for thoughts, a proud smile casted across his lips, I like seeing him like this, like I'm finally seeing every full part of who he is little by little. The charades and mask feel close to escaping him.

"How did you-" I have not near enough words to describe the feeling and admiration that just gave me, he seems to always have places like this up his sleeve. 

"Look up one more time Finley." He smiles and my brows furrow, I can't hear another plane, but I still look up. 

Stars. 

I've never seen them this bright, sure where I lived in New York was brighter then the city but smog and city scapes still casted too much light to be nearly as beautiful as this. 

I feel his hand touch mine and when I look down I see him beginning to crouch down to sit, I follow with him and sit with him, and without another thought my back is laid against the cold concrete of this roof. 

The stars twinkle, and I try to look at each and every one like they will flash before my eyes. you can see galaxies when no light plays a war with them, Almost like this is a place where the stars win.