Carina

3

The thunder, lightning and rain didn't stop at all through the night, my unconscious body shivered slightly as the cold air whipped from my roof fan slashed my uncovered skin, a tapping on the window woke me up. I was waiting for the stereotypical scary movie part to happen with a branch but I couldn't see anything, it was pitch black in my room. I stood up out of bed and turned the light on, only to jump back a little in fright. Carina was climbing through my window.

"Well are you going to help me?" She smirked, I swallowed hard before helping her through my window carefully, one of my hands rest on her arm and the other on her waist. "I like you Pj's." She spoke once she was fully in front of me, drenched with rain.

I looked down at myself, black jocks are the only thing hiding my body, I then quickly began pulling a pair of jeans on embarrassedly seeing as it ain't really hot in temperature at the moment.

"Oh don't put on clothes on my behalf." She chuckled, looking around my room. "I'm Carina, and you're Nathan right?" I nodded. How does she know who I am? she's never once spoken to me or acknowledged me.

"Yeah. Just two questions though, why are you in my room? And how do you know where I live?"

To be honest I'm kind of flattered that she knows where I live. Her lips still red as usual, an a tight black dressed hugged her fit, curves which showed off her gorgeous pear shaped body and breasts perfectly, she wore black heels, as well as fingerless black motorbike gloves. Her dark hair long and the top part was tied up. She looked amazing.

"I've seen you come in here, so I guessed it was your house." She answered leaning against my draw. Picking up my Assassins Creed VERY EXPENSIVE action figure and playing with it.

"What if it wasn't my house?"  She looked at me, before placing the figure carelessly back onto the draw top, accidentally knocking my Watch Dogs figure.

"Well they would've had a rude awakening." she chuckled, manly to herself. Maybe it had happened before, her sneaking into someones house and them calling the cops on her. "I had to get away from mine, and you were the closest house to me that actually housed someone that I know."

Get away from what? Parents. Or even worse, boyfriend? Does she even have a boyfriend? Probably.

"But you don't know me, I could be a murderer for all you know." I answered. She raised an eyebrow questionably at my face, a small smirk playing on her naturally full lips.

"Are you a murder?"

"No."

"Well then, now that we've gotten that across that you're not going to kill me while I sleep, could I please borrow some clothes? The news says that we can't leave our houses, but I was already out of mine, so we're gonna be flat mates for a while hey?"

She was already out of her house? Where could she possibly be at 2 in the morning. A night club? We're too young so that's out of the question. But it's gotta be something like that, she wouldn't be wearing what she's wearing to 24 hour McDonald's or too Starbucks, it's obviously too fancy.

"Yeah here." I said, grabbing a pair of grey sweat pants and my black Daft Punk shirt from my wardrobe and passing it to her, our fingers touched for a second and my breath hitched in my throat.

"Thank you." She smiled, I closed my cupboard and turned back around to be met with Carina in here black undergarments. My eyes widened and I covered them with my hands. "Don't be such a virgin Nathan." She chuckled. I moved my hands finally, just as she pulls her shirt fully down.

I exhale a shaky breath.

"I'm not a virgin." I grin slightly. "I just respect women and prefer to not spy on them getting dressed." She looked a little taken aback.

"What a gentleman." She smiled.

I showed her the spare room and awkwardly left to go back to mine. The girl of my dreams is in my house, MY HOUSE! staying in my spare room. I left back to my room and fell into a death like sleep.

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