two a.m

This is very unusual of her. She always makes sure that she doesn't stay awake very late at night doing things that aren't worth her time; she doesn't want to be sloppy and out of energy the next day, since she's known for being very energetic and packed with bursting sunshine. And also, she loves mornings, if that may count.

But this time it's different. She stayed up late just to look at these gorgeous blue eyes and feel its presence beside her. She loves to see that beautiful face illuminating against the moonlight and just enjoy the view. She don't care of how many minutes or hours may come pass, all she cares about is... him.

That boy who made her feel that she is the most special girl in the world. That boy who accepted her whole being. That boy who changed her up entirely.

Now, she told herself that she isn't allowed to stay awake as late as ten p.m, especially that it is a school night, but as she was lying in her favorite blanket, with her desk lamp lit up and accompanied by the novel that she's currently reading, she wasn't expecting something --let alone someone, barge into her balcony.

A knock suddenly came by her door, startling her intense reading. Her heart leaped and felt it fall down right after. She already thought about countless of possible people who can stand outside her door but she can't clearly decipher who it really was since its figure cannot be defined by the moonlight. With a rush of adrenaline, she grabbed the nearest thing that she could grasp (surprisingly a base ball bat) to defend herself and opened the door.

"Wha---Holy--" The bleach-haired boy shouted in fear. The air was freezing cold. He was petrified. He swiftly grabbed the thing she was holding and wrapped her in his arms. "What the heck are you doing?" She was so close; she could almost smell his scent.

She huffed. "Saving my purity. What the heck are you doing?" The boy was stunned. She is still wrapped in his arms and he was laughing out loud. "Why do you think I would do that?!" He is now in tears. She removed herself from his grip and hid her face from mortification.

"Why are you even here?" She asks impatiently. The boy composed himself up from his annoying yet melodious laughter and entered inside. "I miss you." He held her hands and pulled them so he could hug her again.

She was in awe. Whenever he's like this, all she does is go in silence. It makes her feel things and just want to tackle him and fill his face with kisses. Her face flushed. "It's ten thirty on a school night, can you comeback in the morning?" She suddenly felt bad for saying those words. Thinking about how he managed to get here though its pitch black outside. She bit her lip.

His hair was neatly done; that typical quiff you could see with men nowadays, as he is wearing the most comfortable clothing ever -- a pair of sweat pants and a white cotton sweatshirt. It already feels like he's having a sleepover at her house.

"I bought pizza." He ignored her plea. He fetched the box outside her doorstep and opened it. "Pepperoni and Mushroom with hot wings on the side for Madame?" He arched his eyebrow. The smell of it makes her mouth water. How can she even resist her favorite food brought by her favorite person in the world?

Without a word or two, she plunged in. "Or maybe you could stay for a little while." She decided. Her voice was groggy from eating almost half of the pizza in one bite. He chuckled at her cuteness.

"That's why I love you." He muttered and pinched her nose.

    As they were finishing the last slice of the pizza, she heard some shuffling from downstairs. Her face immediately went blank. She wasn't supposed to be seen at this kind of hour even now that he's here in her room pigging themselves out.