Dark Blue | c h

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She sat with her head on the rim of the toilet wanting to puke out her guts, but she couldn't get herself to do it. Her head raced in an uncontrollable rage, almost like being drunk at a rave. Illness had spread over her entire body but nerves also contributed to her situation.

He sat on his balcony alone, his head in his hands, and his spirits low. He contemplated even telling her, but shook it off yet again. 72 hours were left between his Canadian and her Kiwi.

He watched as time ticked slower and slower on his phone, but once it passed 3:42, she was nowhere to be seen. It had in fact passed 4 AM before he gave up, running his hands through his messy hair.

He was about to open his door when her shaky voice brought him back down to earth.

"Kiwi," she breathed out heavily.

He turned around, looking at her exasperating shadow.

"Canadian," he smiled smugly, though she couldn't see it.

"I'm sorry, I was in the bathroom thinking I was really sick and I kind of fell asleep and missed-"

"It's fine, you don't need to apologize," he whispered. "You're here with me now and that's all that matters."

Her mind flashed back to the other time he told her not to apologize. Even though it wasn't that long ago, it felt like months since they started talking.

"You really do have a way with words, fruit," she spoke softly.

He nodded his head grinning.

"I'm a songwriter, Canadian. It's kind of my job."

She took out a cigarette from her almost empty pack and gripped it with her teeth, lighting it effortlessly. She took a puff and watched as smoke escaped her mouth, slowly rising in the air.

"Woo me with your words then, Kiwi."

His mouth formed an O shape and for once, he was speechless around her. He took a few seconds to compose himself before smiling again.

"I have to use my own lyrics on you. Isn't that a bit cheesy, Canadian?"

She shrugged her shoulders, taking another drag.

"I like the fucking cheese, Kiwi. I wouldn't be out here if I didn't."

He put his hands up defensively as he continued to admire the girls shadow.

"I admit I'm a bit of a victim in the worldwide system too. But I've found my sweet escape when I'm alone with you," he whispered huskily into the dark.

She laughed silently, not even bothering to bring her cigarette to her mouth.

"That's some good stuff, Kiwi. Maybe I should check you guys out at some point."

He grinned ear to ear.

"Want any more," he laughed.

She took a puff, blowing the smoke out almost immediately.

"Maybe one more," she smiled.

He huffed, trying to think of the perfect one, smiling when he did.

"I could fly a thousand oceans, but there's nothing that compares to what we had, and so I walk alone."

She smiled down at her feet, spotting her black painted toenails.

"I liked that one, please continue," she whispered.

He took a deep breath and continued.

"I wish I didn't have to be gone, maybe you've already moved on, but the truth is I don't want to know."

She continued to stare down at her feet, letting silence fall comfortably around them. She wished that she didn't have to leave and could continue her nightly appearance on the balcony, even with an audience of one. But she had work to do. She had to find out what really happened.

"7," she whimpered quietly. "I got 7 left, Kiwi."

He smiled sadly at her.

Something about their current situation made him realize what he really wanted to do. He didn't want to tour with his band mates when he stood outside on his balcony, he wanted to be normal. He wanted to go for walks around the neighborhood and take the girl across from him on a date. He wanted to be a normal guy again, and more importantly, he wanted to fall in love.

"Shoot," he replied, barely audibly.

"Favorite word," she asked slowly, bending down to drag her finished cigarette across the cement.

He thought for a moment. Nothing. He thought longer. Still none. His mind raced with words, none seeming right.

"I don't have one, Canadian. But what's yours?"

She bit her lip smiling.

"Infatuation," she replied.

He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Infatuation," he questioned.

She nodded her head.

"Yeah, it's like fake falling in love with someone for a short amount of time."

He nodded his head understandingly.

"Are you by chance infatuated with me, Canadian," he asked.

She scoffed.

"Oh god no."

She began to walk to her door pushing it open slightly. She turned back around to face him.

"I'm god damn smitten, Kiwi," she smiled and walked into her room, shutting the door behind her.

He stood frozen for a few seconds, euphoria filling his entire body.

"I'm smitten with you too, Canadian," he whispered to himself and walked into his room, out of the summer air.

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Okay, now we're nearing the end. I believe there is 5 or so more chapters and this is over. So now, here's my sad attempt at getting more of you to enter the one shot contest. PLEASE. I can't really update much now because it's almost ending and I don't want to give anything away so I'm waiting for more people to enter.

Also, the next update is going to be a playlist of songs in or my inspiration while writing. It shall be up soon.

Thank you guys so much for 200 votes and 1.5K reads, I love you guys!

- Hayley