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Midnight walks🌙

Zander tossed and turned in his bed,wide awake and aware of his surroundings,no one else was up? So why was he?
He turned over,annoyed and picked up his watch to check the time:
00:32. Great.

He'd been trying to get asleep for about 2 hours now,and it clearly wasn't working.
The purple eyed male got up in his bed,leaning against the headboard,his hair tousled and picked ip his phone,surely there was someone he could call?
Haley? Already asleep,he heard her snoring about an hour ago before it stopped
Jake? Too annoying for tonight
Sean? Nope. He loved his eight hours
Milly? She was at a comedy gig after getting last minute tickets the day before , she wouldn't be back until 1, her mom would wanna take her around the city before going back home.
Saidie? He could,but he'd end up getting told his love life was going nowhere after dumping Mike after an impromptu tarot reading.

The ombré haired male tossed his phone onto his bed,the duvet cushioning it's fall,making a soft plop sound and looked out the window.
It looked nice out,it ws a clear night for once. And there was that constant ambience of the night that consisted of owls,cars and the odd cricket.

He thought to himself for a second. 'Why don't I have a walk?'
Like let's be honest , he knows his way around town like the back of his hand, obviously if he sees someone creepy looking he'll turn the other way, and it might help clear his mind.
Yes. He'll go on a walk.
Already set on it, Zander got out of his bed, shoved some socks and shoes on, grabbed a hoodie and put his headphones on. He was already wearing non cuffed sweats and a t shirt , and considering no one would see him,he looked fine.
Before he left though,he found some mascara and tinted lip balm in his hoodie pocket,he put them on in the camera of his phone,no one wants chapped lips, and mascara is cute.

He grabbed his  Keys and , locked the door.
And he was outside.
It was so peaceful
The rest of the world asleep. But him.
There were no cars, no lights on in houses
The only ambience was the gentle chirp of crickets, and the crackle of the gravel beneath him as he walked.
He  put his headphones on,and pressed play on his classical playlist,the calming violins,pianos and clarinets matching the ambience of the night.
He walked along , taking a left,then a right then another left, u til he was at his quiet place, the park,looking more specifically for the run down band stand by the river,there he would take his headphones off and enjoy his own company,possibly the moths too.

He finnally found his way to the band stand,not paying attention to anything around him,going up the iron stairs and sitting on the edge,knees up near his chest. He took his headphones off,putting them around his neck. He had a few moments of silence before he heard footsteps.
His blood ran cold
Who was this? Not many people knew how to get to the bad stand, esspecially at night, even he struggled to find his way here, and  it was his sacred spot.
Tap tap tap, shoes went on the floor of the stand
He froze
He froze until the footsteps stopped,so ,naturally he got up to run for his life, this could be an axe murderer for gods sake,until he turned around to see a boy, a boy his age.
It was hard to see him in the dark,his only light being the two warm lampposts the moths danced around.
His eyes shone in the dark under the light,they were buttercup yellow,zesty and Alive in the tranquil night.
The ombré haired male squinted a bit, to see more of this mystery male, now leaning on the walls of the Stand.
He had a strong jaw and a prominent nose,the shadows highlighting his prominent features,and slightly tousled hair,couldn't tell what colour though.
He was wearing a pair of cargos and a tour hoodie,that was evident from the massive 'tour' in white on his black sleeve
It appeared to be radio head, good taste.
Finnally deciding to speak up, the boy broke the silence.
"Uh,hi"
"Uh,hey"  he'd responded , none of his questions cleared up.
Zander sat back down on the steps and raised an eyebrow at the boy,gesturing to the spot next to him.
"You sure,I can carry on walkin if you want" he spoke,his voice smooth.
"Nah" the purple eyed boy responded bluntly, "you don't seem like a creep or an axe murderer,so sit" he tapped the floor.
The other shrugged and perched on the end next to him, his legs reaching out to the last step
Woah, tall.