Kiss me

late night thoughts

It was quiet in Sara's city, people in a rush while the moon looked so pretty.

It was around fall, where others had pumpkin carving contests, planned their Halloween costumes and others became fanatics over pumpkin spice coffee.

The time read 12:27am on the clock, it was a school night. Sara had to wake up early the next morning so that she could make it to school on time. She had broken up with Joe a weeks ago, and was set on the idea of being fine.

She looked at all of her walls covered with papers using the light that came from the balcony. She couldn't sleep a wink, so she thought maybe some night air would help. She grabbed a blanket and some fuzzy socks before stepping onto her balcony and sitting on the chair. Looking up at the sky that showed no stars because of the city lights. But the sounds of cars passing being her next best thing.

She hummed a song her dad tried to imitate on the guitar a while back, the silence and cold prickled her cheeks even though she was wrapped in her pink fuzzy blanket.

"Sara? What are you doing awake?" Took her out of her trance, she turned her head to the left and she saw the one person that kept her thoughts rampaging.

His hair shining like stars when she's with him, his eyes, green plaines with specks of flowers from all over the world. His glasses held within his right hand and he rubbed his eye with his left. He was beautiful, so beautiful it scared her. But that wasn't a thought she would ever admit out loud.

"Hi Oliver, it's late what are you doing up?" She says, dodging his own questions. Secretly remembering all the details of his features so that she could scribble little poems about him but not know it.

"I'm a light sleeper and so I heard your door open" he says, closing his own door after grabbing a hoodie and sitting down in his spot. This moment just for them.

"Sorry for waking you up, I couldn't sleep. I feel restless lately" I admit, I feel calm but my heart is racing and I feel it in my throat and fingertips. He stared at me, scanning my face as I did with him. "Thinking about math problems?" He says, but I don't know if that's his way of asking me if it's more boy issues. "Yeah, it's got me stumped" I lie in my reply, it seems easy to lie. I feel like if I tell the truth I'll be sharing with him part of my soul, and he's too smart to not figure it out. That the girl next door has another crush. And so I keep my feelings shut in a box labeled 'senior year' with piggy stickers.

"You know you can actually tell me what's going on Sara" he says, it sounds like bells jingling as he speaks. He tells me and I nod, saying some words along the line of it being "just late night thoughts". "What's got you thinking so hard? I know it's not math." He says, scanning my face, he's reading me. I feel like blushing but I turn my head away. "Just thinking about what's to come, graduating, going to college, driving, and everything else. It's just a little overwhelming, everyone expects you to have a clue about what you want to do and it's scary. I just feel like I'm behind" I say, this time not a lie.

He doesn't speak. He's quiet and I turn my head to him and I see him looking up at the non-existent stars.  "It would be nice to watch stars here with you" he whispers. I think my ears are playing tricks on me. I stare at him and he turns his head and looks at me, really looks at me. "Time is going to pass regardless, either you make use of that time being happy or you end up regretting what you should have done, overall just make sure you're happy doing whatever you want. The people around you will genuinely want for you to always improve yourself. So have people in your life that tell you when you're wrong and you're wrong, and uplift you when you're happy or sad. You're not behind, no one else is you. Go at your own pace." Oliver says, and all I could think is, why is he so wise and how much I wanted to thank him for those words, it felt like a breath.

"Thanks Subway Boy" I say wholeheartedly, we talk about more things and delve into deeper topics. And time just feels right with him, in our own little balconies, talking to each-other just a few feet away and giggling in hushed voices.

"You should go to bed it's almost 2am" I tell him, and he gets up and walks into his room. I felt a little shocked by how he never said good night but he left his door open and grabbed something. He immediately popped out and said "hey catch" as he tosses something in my hands. I look at it and it's a little piggy plushie, I can't help but laugh, my chest feeling lighter.

"Wait right here!" I tell him as I grab a cat plushie I bought that had an uncanny resemblance to him. "Catch" I toss it into his arms and he laughs at the plushie too.

"Thank you for the talk, and the piggy, I really appreciate it Oliver" I say my eyes locked on his to show my appreciation.

"Yeah well, can't have you failing math now can I?" He says, and I smile. It's quiet and he speaks first.

"Goodnight Sara Lin" in such a quiet tone, that I almost didn't want to leave him.

"Goodnight Oliver" I say, and we both smile. Slipping into our respective rooms to sleep.

They both toss themselves in their beds, doing their own little sounds of glee as they entered their rooms. They slip under the sheets and pull the plushies closer to them.

"It smells like him/her"

And they both fall asleep, both glad for their late night thoughts.

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This one was a short one, I really liked writing this and I might continue short little stories about these two in the future. I didn't want to make them extremely immature because they're high-school students and I was once a senior so I definitely tried incorporating my own experiences in this. I tried to keep it short and sweet and not too heavy because I definitely want to try incorporating different stories within Ingrid's own timeline, kinda like side stories that don't trail off.

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