𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻

I - Annalise

Summer is about to end in three days, then me and all of my friends are in for another semester of campus. I wouldn't say its a bad thing, I don't hate campus like my sister Kenna  does-- and the reason to that is probably only because she got kicked out of the volleyball team and now she doesn't know what else she could do stay entertained. Whereas my best friend Cathy seems to be all in and excited this semester. I don't know what's up with her. The rest of us are suspicious that she probably has a secret boyfriend that she wants to see. Either way, she seems really happy and I couldn't be happier for her. 

If you ask me, I think it'll all just be the same. I hope not. 

I walk downstairs, my steps are light but my body's heavy. It must be because of all the drinks I had last night and the barely enough sleep I got. Even as a person who drinks heavy, I have my own limits and I must've overstepped that limit a little.

I take a glass cup from the cupboard and fills it with water, before swallowing it all down my dry throat.

Walking away from the kitchen, I finally noticed someone sitting leaning on the back porch. And it doesn't take a long time for me to realize who it was.

Eaton.

I'm taken aback by his sudden presence, fully waking me up. The ridiculous man that just loves me to irritate me in some way. But-- that's not really how I would describe him right now. I stand still, frozen with the sight of him who seems to be lost in thought. 

Deciding to walk to the door, I hesitate once before pushing it. I walk over to him-- and unfortunately he isn't saying anything, odd. 

I stand there for three seconds, then I loudly clear my throat. "Five forty in the morning," I sit down next to him, still keeping the distance. "and a sight of a four out of ten." 

Now did I really mean calling him a four out of ten? Probably not-- but the guy doesn't have to know that. What I know is that I have subconsciously invited myself in to sit with him.

I smile at myself, somewhat proud of my own comment-- but that proudness of myself disappears in an instant the second my eyes finally laid out on his face.

Cold... and dark. 

"Did you get replaced by some kind of alien over night?" I say with pure curiosity, chuckling.

Eaton isn't even looking at me as I talk, his face no longer visible. I'm not sure if he doesn't want to see me right now, but really—if he didn't want me to be here he would've told me to get lost the second I sat next to him. Well that would be what he would've done, but he doesn't seem to be himself right now.

Where's the annoying wink, or jokes? 

And as much as I hate to admit it—I do worry about the guy.

No one else is up this early except him and I, after blacking out with on a ton of summer cocktails with a side of margarita that Cathy made which I absolutely devoured.

"Eaton Mikaelson." I say to him, "The time I actually want something outta your mouth, you don't say it." my voice somewhat irritated.

one.. two.. three.. four... fi—

"What is it?" He finally responds.

I'm not sure what it is, if it's from his voice or his overall expression—but something about it makes my heart drop a little as I try to understand all the tension in the air.

Trying to read the room a little bit, which we aren't really in a room, we're sitting outside on the back porch leaning on the wall watching the sunrise quietly as if we'd never known each other.