Dark Blue | c h

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He beat her outside for the night. She watched his shadow gaze up at the stars contently while she waited for the clock to strike their time. Her cigarettes and little orange lighter already clung to her side, the air darker than ever and her conscience cleared of worry.

One week. Seven days was all they had she thought.

5 days. 120 hours was all they had he thought.

She took a deep breath and walked out into the cool darkness, her door squeaking closed.

"Canadian," he chirped up.

"Kiwi," she peeped back.

"Start asking questions, let's finish this damn game."

She lifted her hands up in defense.

"Easy fruit, this is my smoke break after all."

She grabbed her cigarettes and lighter, placing one between her teeth and lighting it as he mumbled words she couldn't hear. The smoke travelled through the soft summer breeze.

"What're you mumbling about Kiwi," she asked impatiently.

"I'm contradicting myself," he whispered back just so she could here.

"I do believe we are half way done with our game," she spoke quietly.

"10 more questions Canadian. Lay them on me?"

"Favorite CD you've ever purchased?"

He furrowed his brows in defeat.

"Um, Blink-182, Take Off Your Pants and Jacket. You?"

"It's gotta be the Foo Fighters, I just don't know which album."

"You like the Foo Fighters?"

She nodded her head.

"Of course."

"Wow, I like you even more Canadian. Next one."

"Uh, are you friends with anyone that you never thought you would be?"

He scoffed, then let out a low chuckle.

"Yeah, actually my best friend Luke was one."

"Why did you think you wouldn't be friends," she asked, suddenly turning the many question game on him.

"I was friends with this guy named Michael awhile back and for some reason he hated Luke and Luke hated him. But the next year, they became friends and we've been playing music together ever since."

"Ah yes, the band," she gleamed sarcastically.

He shook his head and laughed.

"Anyway, now back to you. Have you ever had one of those?"

She let the smoke travel out of her mouth and bit her lip.

"Yes. You."

He scoffed.

"What do you mean me? We seemed like a perfect pair from the beginning."

"I wasn't fond of you Kiwi," she shrugged, taking a puff of her cigarette.

"Why not," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I do remember wanting to kick your ass."

"But you love me now, right," he gleamed back.

She rolled her eyes but smiled.

"One week can change a hell of a lot," she sighed out.

"Now back to the subject of not liking me."

She rolled her eyes again.

"You were being an annoying little nerd with your astronomy shit."

"I like the stars, so what," he questioned.

"Do you want me to kick your ass Kiwi, because I will this time."

"Is that a threat?"

She bent down onto the cement and rubbed her cigarette against it.

"Fuck yes," she mumbled.

"Can I ask you something," he spoke quietly.

She raised her eyebrows.

"You've asked plenty of questions, why do you have to get my permission now?"

"I was just being a considerate person. God Canadian, you're harsh tonight."

"Stop pissing me off then," she groaned sarcastically.

"Can you tell me your name?"

She could only see his shadow but she knew his head was cocked a little, staring at her own contently.

"No," she smiled, biting her lip. "That's personal information."

He sighed loudly.

"Oh come on, everything we tell each other is personal. Why can't I at least know your name?"

She laughed lightly.

"I'll tell you eventually. Just not now."

She got up from the cold cement.

"Why not," he huffed.

She turned back around to see his shadow still sitting there.

"Now isn't the right time," she smirked, walking into her room and shutting the balcony door behind her.

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3 words.

One.

Shot.

Competition.

C'mon, what do ya got to lose, you'll be in the sequel for this just for entering.

I love you guys, thanks for the support behind this!

- Hayley