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xxix - steal me away

g w e n:

I ended my evening early. After taking a quick shower and changing from my uncomfortable school uniform and into something better suited for bed, I plopped myself in-between the soft covers. With my laptop playing some sappy drama on Netflix, I relaxed with a mug of warm tea.

As I contently watched the screen and sipped on the lavender-infused libation, did I begin to notice an alarming tap on my window. It didn't resonate with me at first, but when the tapping grew louder and I heard my name through the glass, did my heart cease to function. My eyes widened as I immediately hit the spacebar on my laptop to pause Netflix. I sat completely still, putting my hearing senses into full throttle.

"Princess, open up,"

I almost didn't want to peer through the curtains to see who was on the other side, as crime dramas are a guilty pleasure of mine and I knew too much about potential serial killers. But the voice that filtered through my room didn't belong to some cold-hearted, psycho axe murderer-- at least, I was sure of it.

I crawled out of my covers and across the bed to sit closer to the window. I glanced through the cracks that swayed beneath the air vents, and caught glimpse of a dark-headed boy sitting atop the roof. Pushing the anxiety of him possibly toppling to the concrete aside, I felt my stomach rumble with excitement.

"Baby, I'm not a psycho axe murderer," the voice declared, and I smiled to myself, recognizing the voice that accompanied a snarky grin I knew was etched across the face of the boy on the other side.

"That's exactly something a psycho axe murderer would say," I mused.

"Fine, if you don't trust me, then you don't get your surprise," he teased, his tone happily sing-song.

I rolled my eyes with a giddy grin. I felt so pathetically happy, and my cheeks were hurting from the huge smile plastered on my face. It was cliche the way I felt about Calum-- how extremely joyous he made me feel. Every time I would think about him, I would feel so warm inside. Every time he'd touch me, even if it was just a simple graze of his fingertips across my arm, electricity would ignite within me.

It was fascinating; absolutely, positively fascinating.

With a defeated sigh, but a smile never disappearing, slid off of my bed and stepped towards the window. I pushed the curtains off to the side, revealing a very handsome Calum sitting on the roof with his back pressed up against the wall. With his arms hugging his knees, he turned his beanie-clad head to look at me with a beaming smile.

I pushed the window aside, "what are you doing here?"

"What? A guy can't just sit on the rooftop of a house to admire the stars?" Calum expressed, sending me a wink that made my stomach flip backwards. "What are you doing, babe?"

"Nothing. Just watching Netflix," I told him.

"I thought so," he confidently noted with a grin. "So I was thinking I steal you for the night."

"Steal me for the night?" I repeated with curiosity and a raised brow. "Does this have anything to do about that surprise you mentioned."

"It's very possible, yes. Now get some pants on and come out with me," Calum quipped with an excited smile and hopeful tone.

"I've never snuck out before," I admitted with a shrug.

"That's not surprising at all," Calum chuckled.

I frowned at him, suddenly feeling a pang of embarrassment. It wasn't that I regret telling Calum this obvious piece of information, it was because I realized how deprived I was as a teenager. I was blessed-- in more ways than any person could ever imagine. But despite it all, I came to the realization that I didn't take enough spontaneous moments.