L A U G H T E R
11:56 p.m.
1st December 2015
She was ecstatic; her father was coming home New Years Eve or possibly earlier, if the phone call was anything to go by. It had been a year since his last visit and she missed him terribly. Being the daughter of Gerald Sandsburg was hectic on most days, and painful on the rest.
With her mind dancing jovially, her feet led her outside her flat, whilst the girl hummed the Mission Impossible theme song, soon bounding up the apartment stairs to her roof. It wasn't her roof per say, since it belonged to the apartment, but everyone knew she had hijacked it. She had fallen in love with the halcyon environment, and the charismatic view over the people of New York, and was too possessive to share it with anybody.
You should learn to share; she could imagine her Mother's voice chiming her for her behavior, and lack of tolerance to share, something that had always irked Mrs. Sandsburg.
Her mind was still doing a walk in the memory lane, when she removed the hairpin from hair, which had been trapping her bangs from falling all over her face in its usual haphazard fashion, for unlocking the roof's door. As she halved the hairpin, it grasped to her that the door was already swung open with moonlight spraying inside the building.
Intrigued the girl opened the door, which still made the annoying squeaky sound no matter how much one would oil it, as she had tried one eventful Sunday. Her Father has unfortunately been home, and it was a task explaining how her white shirt was now decorated with black greasy spots.
"Hello?" she called whilst walking towards the ledge of the roof, her mind partly curious partly annoyed.
Maybe I should put a paper outside saying, 'Rory Sandsburgs' Property, Do Not Enter," with those pirate skulls at the end. She snorted as she thought about implementing her ridiculous idea. The apartment staff would probably not say anything; the same couldn't be said for her Father. He would be pissed, and probably take away her laptop. Rory wrinkled her nose, as she considered the cons.
Nope, not going to risk Banana, abort mission.
"Yes?" a masculine voice answered her, towards the other end of the ledge startling her out of her thoughts of losing Banana.
He seemed muscular with dark hair, his face half hidden in the dark.
"How did you unlock the roof's door?"
"By a key?" he gave her weird stare.
It made her feel awkward. She remembered that the reception would unlock the roof if you requested, but it wasn't something that she usually preferred; the main reason being that she didn't feel as much of a bad ass as she did when she unlocked the door with her silly hairpin.
"Well, then don't do that again," she said masking annoyance as she attempted to shove off the embarrassment his stare had caused.
"Not open the roof with a key? Or not come to the roof?"
"Both of them, Pretty Boy,"
"And why should I do that?" he smirked.
Good, I can handle smirky boys better than I-will-stare-awkwardly-at-your-face ones, the girl thought.
"Because it's mine,"
"No, it's actually belongs to the owner of this apartment,"
"And guess who that is, Captain?"
His laughter rang out through the night's eeriness.
"Let me guess, you are going to say that it's you?" He smirked again.
"Uh, as a matter of fact, yes?" She wanted her voice to sound arrogant and offended, but all it came out as was confused. She hadn't expected the way he'd be so arrogant, so full of himself. Most people, usually bowed down to her when she said that. He was different.
"Did you just answer that like a question?"
His eyes were twinkling, while he watched the strange girl squirm.
She is a weird chick, he thought. He let his gaze ran along her, decked in SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas, with black hair in messy bun, she looked like a hot mess.
"Hey! What's your name?" He shouted, when he noticed that the girl had seemed to sprint away from him as if he was a suddenly on fire.
Definitely weird. Very weird.
"None of your business," She answered at the door of the roof, her arms crossed around chest, hair now falling in tumbles down her back.
"Well hello, None of Your Business, I am Sebastian,"
His l a u g h t e r rang out as he watched her
slip away from the roof.
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Roofies
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