Just a reminder that all of these locations are fictional and I'm sorry if they are not accurate, but it's the best I've got! :)
P.S: Blink-182 is a band (a very good one at that) and Mark Hoppus is one of their lead singers.
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I'm lying in bed but can't sleep whatsoever. I guess Charlie senses this too, because I hear her voice in the darkness:
"So are you going to explain why that incredibly gorgeous Australian guy was staring at you the entire dinner?"
Oh, great. Maybe if I just ignore her she'll think I'm asleep.
"You know as well as I do that you are no where near falling asleep"
I guess not.
"Fine, I moan. Uhh-on my way to the dorm earlier I kinda got lost.
-That's not so bad, but where does he come in?
-Let's just say I ran into him.
-Teellll me pleeaaase!
-Look I'm really tired and it's been 24 hours since I've slept , so can we just talk in the morning?
-It's already morning...," she grumbles
But she can sense that the conversation is over and falls asleep.
I on the other hand cannot and will not manage to get any shut eye so I decide to go exploring. It's only 1 in the morning which makes it 5pm back home, and honestly who could fall asleep at 5pm?!
I quietly slip on my skinny jeans and an oversized hoodie. Grabbing my vans and my iPod, I carefully open the door and tiptoe down the stairs and out the door.
I'm greeted with a rush of freezing cold air, but no rain so I consider myself lucky.
The sky is pitch black with little specks of white from the stars, but I don't need a flashlight because the moon seems to illuminate everything among the grounds. I know see just how surreal this place is. But as pretty as it is, it's still kinda spooky and the wind is not making things any better.
To cancel out the noise, I plug in my earphones and blast some Blink-182 because these guys really know how to get someone into an energetic mood.
I'm walking over a patch of grass, still a little wet from the rain when my ankle catches on something, or rather someone:
"Shit! I yell before face planting into the chest of the boy on the ground. He jolts awake clearly confused.
-Wha- the recognition hits. Ahh, the American.
-Sorry.. Uh..Avery."
He leans up on one elbow and I scramble off his body. He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck before muttering:
"-Uhh... well, Avery, I swear we are going to have to stop meeting like this, I'm Chase by the way."
That arrogant shell he had before is now gone, replaced with an awkward teenage boy trying his best to be funny. I guess that happens when someone trips over you in the middle of the night while you're lying on the grass outside.
"-What are you doing out here anyway?
-Couldn't sleep, it's like 10am back in Melbourne. And by the looks of it you couldn't either" he says pointing to my iPod that's still blaring.
"Oh, sorry, I reach to turn it off.
-Don't be. After Midnight? It's a good one, and strangely suiting."
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The Not-So Brits
Teen FictionAn escape. That's what this boarding school was. What was I escaping? My own life, maybe even myself. *********** Different. Outcast. Unsocial. All words to describe Avery Porter. Yet who called her this? No one but herself. Her walls, much to other...
