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2:13 am. Silence.
"hey u up" lit up on Sam's phone.
"yeah why?" was sent back.
"meet me at the castle" Sam got up off the musty, old pull out couch that made a creeeaakkk when pressure was put on or pulled off of it. The faint hum of the heating system could be heard on only the most silent of nights when Sam's mother had stopped snoring for only a fleeting moment and the bugs and the birds and the wind chimes and the trains and the traffic were all in unison. The cracks in the sickly pale white paint was starting to peal from the decaying walls leaving only the skeleton of a preloved home in line of sight, Sam had put up some posters of angsty emo bands and some more of half-naked women from a playboy magazine to distract from the fact that not even a crackhead would go near the place.
Never the less, layers of tees, pants, jackets, socks, and shoes were put on chronologically so that Ally could be met before sunrise in two hours and fifty-one minutes. The bike ride there would take twenty-three minuets, and the only car Sam's' family had would usually be driven had it not been for the fact that it was now 2:28 am and turning on the nearing-on-death Yaris would wake not only the entire household but the households two towns over. So instead of having an eight-minute drive to meet ally, the bike had to be used. She was swiftly lifted out of the shed, so she could be ridden up a constant hill toward the castle.
The ride there could have been described as many things; dangerous, cold, wet, foggy, boring, but the only thought that suck was peaceful. Not a sound but the wind gushing past. Not a single worry about family issues, school tests, friendships, nothing. It was nice.
Sam was nearing The Castle in all its deceased glory. The reason it was called The castle was because way back when Ally and Sam were becoming closer when they were only 7 or 8 years old, they would go venturing out - because, A) Sam's mum was either not there or didn't care what happened, and B) it was a small town and everyone trusted everyone - so they explored all over town and when they came across the old lighthouse, in their minds it looked like one of the castles from a cartoon Ally watched, so she made it known, that from then on it would be called "The Castle". And nine years later it's still known as The Castle.
The scent of smokes filtered into the air as cigarette butts littered the way to the edge of the cliff. "SAAAAM!" Ally slurred. Sam walked the bike closer to her, close enough to her to see that she was sitting on the edge of the cliff, legs dangling off, over the rough ocean beneath them. Bottles of god knows what were scattered around her. "W-what took you soooooo long?"
"I had to ride here. Sorry" the empty space next to her was now occupied.
"shhhhh, noo its okayy" Ally placed her index finger where she thought Sam's lips were, but it ended up more where the brow bone is. Ally rambled for quite a while. Almost two hours of just back and forth between the two of them. Then just silence. Seconds seemed like years, like the hands of time stood still for eternity. And out of nowhere, "I don't want to do this anymore"
"Do what?" was Sam's response. The question lingered like a bad smell, they both knew it was there, but no one wanted to address it. More silence. "i..."
"no, no no no" ally blurted out "I'm sorry it's just so much is going on and I can't do it anymore. You're just so pretty. And nice. And, and."
Sparks have nothing on the feeling the both of them experienced when Ally's lips collided with Sam's. The world never felt so small in the scale of things. The stars shone brighter. The wind blew stronger. The ocean beneath them failed to resonate a sound through how loud Sam's heartbeat was.
Then silence. It became apparent that one of them had pulled away. So, there was silence.
"I'm sorry Samantha " Ally said forcing herself off the cliff with a swift push from the palms of her hands that were resting on the edge.
Crack
Silence.
