Dark Blue | c h

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0 hours were left on the clock, only mere minutes separated the two lonely lovers from their end.

He shook nervously, checking that everything was all set. He was worried she wouldn't like it at all. After all, she gave no indication that she had concocted the same thing for him in her head.

24 hours. 1 day. A lot can happen then. For instance, the transition the two made to become friends after their first night together.

She stared out at the dark blue sky from her window, Green Day's Good Riddance playing through the headphones jammed in her ears. Tears rolled down her cheeks in a slow matter, remnants of mascara splattering her delicate face.

One more night, she thought to herself.

Her father had already told her the neighbors were leaving the next day. She knew that her Kiwi boy wouldn't have the heart to tell her just like she didn't have the heart to tell him of her permanent move.

At 3:42 on the dot, both of them wandered out, yearning to hear each other's last words.

"You have 2 questions left, Canadian. You better ask something good," he bellowed, trying his best not to sound upset.

She breathed in the cool Sydney air and exhaled sharply.

"Do you want to know who I am," she asked suddenly, shock even running through her mind as she realized what she just said.

"Of course I do," he mumbled.

"Well too bad," she smirked, changing her approach.

He groaned exaggeratively.

"But why not," he huffed, jutting his bottom lip out a bit. She of course, saw nothing but his shadow, reminiscent of a young child throwing a temper tantrum.

"Because I don't want to hurt you," she whispered back, gnawing on her bottom lip. "You don't want me to mess up your life."

"And why is that?"

"I'm not good enough for you," she yelled abruptly. "I'll never be good enough," she whispered.

He sighed loudly.

"Of course you are. Why would you even think that?"

She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Because I'm not. We both know it. I'm a walking disaster. I push away everyone that shows interest in be because I'm scared. I'm scared of falling. That's why I hesitated when you told me you loved me. I'm no good, I never will be so please just give up on me."

She didn't realize the tears falling from her eyes once again.

"I like you too much, Canadian. And I could never let you go, I'd kick myself every day if I did."

Her eyes opened and briefly she could make out the blurry face of the boy, illuminated by a car that had just passed.

"I have one more question Kiwi," she whispered, her voice cracking in the middle of a sentence.

"Yes," he asked sadly.

She bit her lip before speaking.

"Why did you want me to come back after the first night?"

Her thoughts went back to only a little less than two weeks before. He seemed eager and excited to talk to her, and she always wondered why.

"Do you really want to know," he replied sarcastically.

She nodded her head.

For once, he could see a side of her face, illuminated by something he did not seem to notice.

"I wanted to come back the next night because you intrigued me. You were a mystery I wanted to solve. You hid in the dark shadows and yet for some reason, I knew you were beautiful. I knew you were poetic and behind the bad ass image, you were a bright young girl that I wanted to get to know. You captured my heart in a number of days and I never want it returned."

"Awe," a chorus murmured from below.

They both looked down to see three boys holding flashlights.

"Jesus Christ guys," he moaned. "You ruined my moment."

"We're sorry," Luke mumbled.

"We were just trying to help," Ashton yelled.

"Kiwi, I'm guessing these are your friends," she smiled, struggling to hold back a laugh.

"Yes, unfortunately."

"Wait who's the lead singer?"

"That would be me," Luke waved, turning the flashlight he was holding to his face.

"He sure as hell looks like a douche bag, Kiwi."

"Hey!"

"He's not, Canadian. He just looks like one."

She wandered over to her door but hesitated from opening it.

"Wait, Canadian," he yelled.

She turned back around to face him.

"Yeah?"

"Can I at least know your name?"

She shook her head, tears pooling her eyes once again.

"I'm afraid not. Night Kiwi."

He looked down at his feet sadly.

"Night Canadian," he whispered.

She turned back around and slowly made her way inside, shutting the door behind her.

"We're sorry Cal," Michael called up.

He just shook his head.

"Whatever," he mumbled.

He walked over and grabbed a package from near his door, throwing it down to his friends.

"Please just make sure this ends up on her balcony by morning."

They nodded their heads sympathetically.

He sighed to himself before walking inside. He let go of her, and sadly he found it hard to come up with a way to get her back.

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It's almost over, I'm sorry guys. I'm really proud of this story and I really never expected how much love is behind this. I remember starting to write it and I was so happy when it hit 100 reads. Now it's on it's way to 5K. I never imagined a short story of mine would ever be ranked and now, I just can't help by smile when I see how many times it has.

Sorry to the one shot winners, I'm going to write an alternative ending to this though so your words will end up in here.

Now onto some news. I do not know if I'm going to write the sequel or not. I feel like their relationship will be down to your interpretation. That doesn't mean that I won't change my mind though, so I guess if you want one, comment and I'll think about it.

I love you guys so much, thank you for 500 votes!

- Hayley