Girl Unknown

Chapter Five

Hope you can forgive for taking too long to update this chapter. :) I hope this makes the wait worth it for y'all. Enjoy!

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Caden's P.O.V

"You must be joking," I stared at G baffled. My eyes flickered up again to the awaiting tree house perched among the branches and leaves of the tree above. A series of steps wound their way around the trunk of the tree, leading up to the average-sized, wooden structure. Flowers were planted in the windowsills and glass panes covered the windows, perfect for keeping the cold out if you wanted to sleep up there. It was a cute little thing. There was this mixture of old and modern combined, and the inner-kid in me wanted nothing more than to run up those steps and explore the inside of the house.

However, the other part of me was questioning why the hell I was here and G's sanity as well.

If I was being honest, I was more concerned with the latter.

"Nope, not joking," G said, smiling widely.

I shook my head, completely confused. 

"Alright, enough gawking. Up you go."

She pushed me toward the ladder, causing me to stumble over a tree root. 

"Oh, no," I refused, stepping away. "Why don't you go up first? For all I know, there could be a rabid squirrel up there ready to scratch my eyeballs out."

G gave me a deadpan stare, propping her hands on her hips.

"There is no rabid squirrel up there, you moron. I just want you to go first because if I go and you follow me, you would have a perfect view up my dress," she responded slyly, a cheeky smirk playing on her pink lips.

Heat spread across my cheeks as I looked dumbly at the ground.

"I didn't think of that," I muttered.

G shrugged nonchalantly. "It's neither here nor there. Up you go, now."

"Ok, ok," I finally gave in, my hands up in surrender. "I'm going."

I turned towards the ladder of steps, placing my foot on the first wooden step, testing its sturdiness.

Coming to the conclusion that it wouldn't cave beneath me, I slowly began my trek towards the tree house. I heard the faint breathing of G behind me as she stealthily climbed after me. Her footsteps were completely silent due to the fact she wasn't wearing shoes. It was kind of unnerving to say the least. I knew she was behind me, but I couldn't hear her. I had to keep glancing behind just to make sure she was still following. And every time I looked back, her eyes were always on me first, a mischievous glint reflecting in the green and gold speckles.

A faint blush still visible on my cheeks, I turned back around, realizing I was almost to the top. 

There was a little trap door in the floor of the tree house, kept closed mostly likely to keep the cold air out. I grabbed the wooden handle and pushed, pulling myself up through the opening. G gracefully traipsed in after me, making me look like a stumbling, uncoordinated fool. 

I examined the one-room tree house. It was beautiful. There was a pile of fresh, fluffy blankets and pillows arranged into a comfy bed on the floor in one corner. There were a stack of books ordered daintily on a tiny, white wooden bookcase. Decorating all sides of the walls were pictures of G and other people, nature, and objects and things of all sorts and sizes. Quotes were written artistically between the pictures, curling around the memories and placing meaning behind images. Next to the bookcase, was a sleek, black record player, thousands of records laying on top of it.