wildest dreams- 198nights

6. Isn't it delicate?

1989's POV

Speak Now is right, I should talk to Midnights but I feel so embarrassed. I initiated the kiss and all the rest. Midnights wouldn't have gone that far on her own, I guess. Why does everything always have to be complicated?

I decided to send her a message, I'm too afraid to call.

1989:
Hi,
Sorry to bother you, you're probably tired after yesterday's party but I think we need to talk.

When I clicked the "send" button my hand was shaking. Did I just write "we need to talk" that's the worst thing I could do! I sound like an idiot. I need to calm down. Less than five minutes later I heard the notification sound. I was so stressed that I didn't even want to pick up the phone that was lying next to me. I finally did it.

Midnights:
Spill

Oh my fucking god really Midnights?! You didn't even bother yourself with stupid 'hello'?!

1989:
I don't want to tell you over the phone.

Midnights:
Nine are you still high

1989:
WHAT I'M NOT

Midnights:
Just joking I know you don't do things like that

1989:
You didn't do it yesterday either.

Midnights:
See Nine you can make the bad girls good for weekend

My cheeks flushed with heat, and I smiled at the phone. This girl is driving me crazy.

1989:
Anyways, we still have to talk

Midnights:
I'm afraid of you

Come over at 6pm or whenever you like

1989:
No hangover today? I thought you wouldn't want to see me so soon.

Midnights:
Surprise

1989:
Okay, I'm glad that you feel good. I'll be there at 6pm.

I turned off my phone and went to the closet. I still had plenty of time. I chose an outfit and started doing my makeup. When I finished it was around 4pm so I went down to the kitchen to eat something. I drank another coffee and before I even realized it, I had to leave.

I was stressed about this conversation, I didn't even know how to start it. "We almost fucked yesterday" please this sounds pathetic. I wonder if she remembers anything at all, or maybe it's better not to remind her? She said herself that she wasn't that drunk yesterday.

Okay 1989 calm down you are at her house now, don't screw it up.

I looked at the time on my phone, exactly 6pm. I knocked on the door. When Midnights opened my breathing quickened, she had no makeup on, was wearing an oversized t-shirt and still looked the best in the world.

"Hey Nine, I didn't expect you to be THAT punctual" she said opening the door wider and letting me in. To my surprise the house was sparkling clean, the complete opposite of yesterday. In the daylight I could see the interior better, it was even bigger than I thought from the outside.

"Did you clean this up yourself?" I let it slip out and scolded myself for it in my mind, but Midnights didn't seem to mind.

"We have housekeepers" she said, sitting on the couch where couples were hugging and making out just yesterday. " You wanted to talk"

Shit.

"Oh" that's all I managed to choke out, I sat down next to her keeping a safe distance. Midnights was looking at me with those dark blue eyes of hers. She had a questioning expression on her face, but after a moment a smirk crept across her lips.

"You are so serious Nine, are you going to kill me?" she said, laughing lightly, my breathing quickened. Come on 1989, spit it out.

"I want to talk about yesterday" I take a deep breath . "So yesterday I kissed you, you kissed me back and we almost..." I paused, Midnights looked at me and for a split second I swear I saw fear in her eyes.

"It's nothing" she said shortly and I just looked at her with a blank look.

"Well if it's okay with you, it's okay with me" I turned my head, pretending to look around. "I should go, nice house" I added, getting up from the couch when I felt her hand tighten around my wrist.

"I'll take you home, I have nothing better to do anyway" her typical tone of voice sent shivers down my spine. I didn't know how to object, I didn't even want to object. I smiled at her and she went to get the car keys.

Everything was fine again. Midnights turned out to be a very good driver, surely no one can drive worse than Speak Now. We drove in total silence, broken only by the radio and my instructions on how to get to my house. The sun was starting to set casting golden rays on Midnights face.

"Shit, I could have taken sunglasses" she said, grimacing, and I started laughing when I saw the expression on Midnights' face.

"Don't whine, I love sunsets"

"I think I'll like them too" Midnights smirked and my cheeks heate up again. I didn't even notice when we arrived at my house.

"Here, thank you for...everything" I said getting out of the car.

"You're welcome, see you at school Nine" she said goodbye to me and left.

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Sunday was spent doing homework and studying. BORING. I kept thinking about Midnights. I can't stop, I have so many questions and so few answers. I want to know her, to know everything. Why did fear appear in her eyes when I told her about the party? Why didn't she admit that she remembered everything? More and more thoughts were swirling in my head over the weekend.

I almost forgot about the French test that was last week, I wonder what I got. I hope it's an A, because otherwise I don't know what I'll do. I'm also curious what Midnights will get after writing down my answers on her test.

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