Dark Blue | c h

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48 hours and it was all over. His mind wanted to forget the simple number yet it could not. The number was the only thing holding him back from his mysterious, lovable, and yet dangerous girl.

72 hours. She wanted to forget about it but pretty much everything reminded her of the number. She incoherently checked the clock at 7:20 and ironically stared across to the balcony opposite of her.

She tried to think of anyone but him, her thoughts even going to her mom. After all, she was leaving him to study law and get the justice her mom deserved. The killer was out there living like nothing happened, but she knew if she overstepped her boundaries, she would end up like her best friend.

His thoughts remained thoughtfully on the girl as he paced aisles in a department store. He wanted to come up with a way for her to remember him, after all, he'd be away for months. He grew frustrated with himself until an idea came to mind.

At 3:42, she was on her balcony, not holding a cigarette or even having the craving of one. She found her crave for nicotine disappear more and more when she talked to him. She longed to hear his words, not her breaths as she inhaled smoke.

He walked out moments after she did, still extremely determined for his idea to work.

"Canadian," he almost screamed into the dark blue air.

"Kiwi," she huffed, evidentially upset.

He noticed but didn't want to pry into her. He felt bad enough leaving, he didn't want to hurt her any more.

"6 questions are left," he smiled softly.

Her mind raced around and it travelled to the night before.

"Have you thought of your favorite word yet?"

"Smitten," he grinned. "My favorite word is smitten."

She scoffed.

"Is it because I said the damn thing yesterday, Kiwi? Are you trying to get me to like you more?"

His cheeks flushed as he rested his hands on his balcony railing.

"Maybe. Is it working?"

She shook her head and bit her lip, staring down to the grassy ground.

"It just might be," she smiled.

He bit his lip to keep from grinning bigger.

"Now ask me some questions, time is of the essence."

"If only you knew," she breathed out.

He ignored it even though he was quite confused.

"Favorite part about touring," she mumbled.

He knew his answer but hesitated, wanting to know why she all of sudden wanted to know that. Did she know he was going? Did she actually know who he was but hid it?

"Touring the world with my best friends."

She smiled down, realizing he had the perfect answer for any question she asked. Except for Anchorman. He got nowhere talking about Anchorman.

"What's your favorite part about following your dad, Canadian," he whispered sweetly.

She thought for a moment. It wasn't the places she lived. It was the events that led them around. It sure as hell wasn't his PTSD from after he was deployed. It could only be one thing.

"Being with him, actually. He's the only family I have left but I've always been daddy's little girl."

She could feel the tears welling in her eyes but quickly blinked them away.

"Are you really," he inquired.

She nodded her head even though he couldn't see.

"Absolutely," she whispered across the dewy lawn.

"Did you do good in school," he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Straight A's," she replied nonchalantly.

"Have you done anything bad," he questioned.

She could tell where he was going with his questions.

"That's for me to know and for you to eventually find out. Besides the smoking, you know about that."

"Oh come on," he huffed. "So close," he mumbled under his breath.

She raised an eyebrow.

"I do believe we have a game to get back to, fruit."

"Fine," he grumbled.

"Favorite childhood memory?"

She must have had time to come up with questions because she was doing a great job asking them right away, he thought to himself.

"I honestly don't know," he responded, defeated. "But I'm sure yours is interesting."

She rolled her eyes.

"I don't want to only talk about myself."

He realized then that their game revolved around her more than him. Maybe he wanted to know more because his life was quite boring compared to hers. Sure, he was in a popular band but he enjoyed living normally too. He had someone to talk about their experiences, someone that didn't know who he was or gave a shit about fame. She was the perfect girl for him in his eyes, though he never really saw her.

"I want to know, Canadian," he smiled.

She hid her face in her hands.

"Fine," she mumbled. "The first time my dad came back from deployment. I was 5. The second he saw my mom and I, he ran up and tossed me over his shoulder. It's not something I will ever forget."

The smile that formed when she told her story made him realize how lucky he was not to have a loved one in the same situation as her dad.

"Canadian," he breathed out.

"Yeah," she whispered back.

He breathed in and exhaled trying to calm himself down.

"I think I'm in love with you."

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June 1st is still the deadline of my one shot contest, I hope some more of you enter! Also, I know how Dark Blue is going to end and I really hope you guys don't kill me.

I decided to make a miniseries out of this today. The second book is Fluorescent Adolescent and it's a Luke one. The third is No Idea and is a Michael one (my personal favorite) and the final one is an Ashton one called Oblivion. Vote and Comment on them please, it'd mean a lot.

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- Hayley