The Story Of Us #wattys2016

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The last day was the most boring day in my entire life.

The best part of the day was fangirling with Zain about Justin Timberlake over text. We're so stupid. I love us.

It's 3AM right now and I can't sleep. It sucks to have insomnia.

I'm laying on my bed, staring at my phone.

Suddenly, I hear little rocks at my window.

I just got a text from Zain

Get out. Now. Seriously.

Okay.

My mom is sleeping. I can't just get out.

I open up my window and there he is, waiting for me, on his phone.

He looks so good.

He looks up and sees me.

"Get down, princess." Fuck.

"What? Out of the window?" Great, now I'm shaking.

"Yes, why not? It's not even that high, Taylor, come on, I'll hold you." Yes, of course. It's suicide.

"That's so stupid." He got me shaking so hard right now. He always did.

I don't have nothing else to do, anyways. So I decide to jump. What could be worse than a broken bone? Explaining my mom why I broke that bone. I decide not to overthink it. Just jump. That's enough.

I close my eyes.

"What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief..." He quoted Shakespeare. He is so stupid. And cute. And romantic. Oh my God, I love him so mu-

"And I forgot the rest of the scene, because I was Romeo last year, and the words are difficult. And my memory is not the best." Okay, but that was the biggest turn off of my entire life. We start laughing like two idiots. We're so stupid. I hate him.

"Okay, baby, just jump."

"Okay"

I close my eyes again. It looks like one of those wild nights when we run down the streets, and we spend the rest of the night singing in the park near our houses. I hope it is one of those nights. I take a deep breath, and, this time, I jump.

He holds me, and almost falls. It was one of the funniest things I ever did. Even though I thought I would die. I start laughing, and he tries not to laugh, but, eventually, he gives up.

He kisses my forehead, and put me back on the ground.

That's when I feel my bare feet on the ground. That's when I realize I have no shoes on, and that I have no pants on.

"I have no pants on." I'm terrified, but he just laughs.

"And you're wearing my shirt." He smiles "Don't worry, we're not doing the usual tonight."

I wonder what he's planning.

We walk to his house, we stand in his doorstep, and I freeze.

"What about your family?" That's, for sure, not one of those nights.

"My sisters are home, but they know how to keep secrets."

"Okay... I guess."

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497 words.

I want to write more but I don't have enough time.

Sorry.

I'm trying.
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