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He watched her door carefully, waiting for it to open at any minute. After last nights round of 2 questions, he knew he had to redeem himself. Anchorman was clearly something she was not fond of.

She ran downstairs and grabbed her cigarettes and lighter, tucking them into the waistband of her underwear. She looked over at the time in the kitchen and realized she would be about right on time after she ran to the bathroom to take her meds.

She stepped out on her balcony at exactly 3:42, the same time he had the first night. He was waiting there for her, a smile pressing to his lips when her shadow could be seen.

"Didn't think you'd be here Canadian."

She rolled her eyes, lighting the cigarette she had placed between her teeth. She took a drag and blew out the smoke calmly.

"If any of your answers to the next 18 questions are Anchorman, I won't be out here tomorrow."

His smile turned to a pout.

"In my defense, I'm sure I'm not the only one."

"You're not, you're just the only one talking to me."

"Why don't you like it," he asked impatiently.

Any attempts at a smile would be fake for her now. Memories of him came flooding back, including the movie marathons when they would watch the same ones, Anchorman and Definitely, Maybe. She had not watched either of them since he left. She shook her head and took another puff, letting the smoke blow from her mouth.

"That's a story for another night Kiwi. Now back to our game."

"This is pretty much 40 Q though," he stated.

She sighed heavily.

"Because you're an unoriginal shit that copies. The thing is would you rather know 10 things about me, or 20?"

"20," he mumbled.

She smirked though it was fake. Hiding emotions was something she was good at. She could put up a facade for even the people she was the most closest to and they'd have no idea.

"Favorite band," she questioned.

He stomped his feet a little and grumbled.

"That's like impossible."

"Answer the damn question fruit."

He huffed in defeat.

"Fine. It has to be a tie between Blink and Green Day. You?"

She smirked again, this time devilishly.

"Hands down, it has to be The Killers."

He suddenly grew nervous. She stared at his shadow until she broke into an actual smile.

"Just kidding, it's got to be Green Day."

He smiled, letting his nerves subside. Clearly she enjoyed fucking with him.

"Favorite song," she spoke after taking another drag.

"I Miss You by Blink. You?"

She looked up at the sky in wonder.

"Dark Blue by Jack's Mannequin. Favorite animal?"

"I'm a dog kind of guy."

He nodded his head, agreeing with himself.

"You?"

"I like cats," she stated.

"Cats," he questioned in disgust.

She sat down to put out her cigarette. A comfortable silence fell between the two of them until she got back up again.

"What's the matter with cats?"

His face had turned to a frown.

"They're disgusting animals."

She was getting upset, anyone that knew her well enough could tell. But he didn't know her well enough and a fuse inside of her cracked.

"I have a cat, douche bag. She was my cure for loneliness."

Silence filled the air for a minute or so.

"Why are you so lonely," he croaked, suddenly regretting what he had said before.

Her mind spun with thoughts of him once again. Anything about her past involved him, and she definitely wasn't making much of a future for herself.

"That's a story for another night Kiwi," she replied calmly.

She made her way to her door.

"Does it revolve around one person," he whispered in a heart broken tone.

She nodded her head.

"Yes, and sadly I haven't come to grasps with my reality. Good night Kiwi, you'll find out soon enough."

She walked into her room and shut the door behind her. She climbed onto her bed and screamed with frustration into a pillow.

"Night Canadian," he whispered to himself. "I hope you'll tell me eventually."

He sat out on his balcony feeling the loneliest he ever felt.

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I have yet to do an authors note so now I'm telling you guys what's happening with this now.

It's going to be a short story: 16 chapters and bam, done.

I know how it's going to end but I may have plans for a sequel if anyone is interested by that.

Vote, Comment, I love you!

- Hayley

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