while we are young / halsey

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ser·en·dip·i·ty
ˌserənˈdipədē/
noun
the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

i got home from school and headed straight to the kitchen. my mother wouldnt be home until 6 and liam and courtney wont be home for another 45 minutes. liam is 13 and courtney is 11.  i love both of them dearly, but they are very good and getting on mine and each others nerves.
i grabbed the bbq chips from the pantry and went up to my room, bringing my backpack with me. after walking up the flight of stairs and down the hallway and into my bedroom, i threw my backpack next to my desk and grabbed my laptop. i opened it and logged in as i walked over to my bed and laid down.
after scrolling through tumblr for a few minutes, i drifted off to sleep.

"LIAM GIVE IT BACK!!" i heard courtney yell.
"MAKE ME YOU TWAT!" liam yelled back. i rubbed my eyes and rolled over. thanks for waking me up, assholes i thought to myself as i checked the time. 4:06. my siblings had been home for a good half hour. i slowly sat up and got off my bed. my eyeliner was smeared and my eyes bloodshot.
i stumbled down the stairs to see what they were arguing about. liam was holding courtneys ipod touch over the kitchen sink, which was full of soapy water. courtney was crying. liam was laughing. when liam saw me, he yelled at me. "oh my god hayden!!! stay out of this!"
i sighed and walked into the kitchen. "someones on their period." i muttered. courtney laughed through the tears. liam got even more mad.
"i said stay out of it!"
i looked toward courtney, who was sniffling. "what happened, court?" i asked her.
"w-well, li-liam and i w-were playing around a-and he decided t-to take my ipod and t-try and hurt it t-to get me mad." she replied.
i walked over to liam, who was still holding the ipod over the sink and rolling his eyes. he muttered something under his breath. i slapped the side of his head causing him to spin around and drop courtneys ipod on the hardwood floor. "i wont tell mom if you do my chores for a week." i said looking down at him. he nodded.

i ate dinner up in my room. my mum brought home pizza, pepperoni and a small vegetarian for me. i was on tumblr, editing my main blog, unspokenletters when i got a message;

blueastherain: why were you watching me earlier?
unspokenletters: who are you?
blueastherain: you know who i am. the real question is, who are
YOU?
unspokenletters: i find you intriguing. you dont need to know who i am.
blueastherain: meet me in the baseball dugout at my lunch. that is your art history. we will talk there.
unspokenletters: why?

no reply. there were so many thoughts running through my head. how did she find me? why did she notice me? how did she notice me? why does she want to talk to me? but none of that mattered. all that mattered was her.