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2 am

later that night, I lie awake. Staring at the ceiling, thoughts wander all around my mind.

They bounce back and forth, and I can't catch a break. Everything from Hyde to my parents, even what I'm gonna wear to school tomorrow for my last day of school.

I can't decide if I want to wear my new floral top and some denim jeans, or a pair of corduroy shorts and a simple t-shirt that i've recently picked up at a thrift store just around the corner.

I stand and throw on a pair of black cotton shorts. Sliding on my fathers Zeppelin T-shirt, I slip on my shoes then climb out my window.

I make my way through the damp grass, caused by the shower of rain just a few hours prior.

It's eerily silent, just faint howling of dogs or crickets. But, I boldly make my way to Steven Hyde's bedroom window.

Let's see how he likes it.

I knock on his window and just a moment later I hear a faint rustling from inside. Hyde walks up to his window and is dressed in nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts.

He rubs sleep from his eyes and slides open the window, sending a shrieking sound through the night.

"What are you doing here, isn't it like two am?" He asks, yawning and crossing his arms.

"I couldn't sleep, let's go to the park." I whisper and he raises his eyebrows at me. I smirk and he mirrors my action.

"Okay," He turns on his heel and before I know it, Hyde is crawling out his window dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans, boots and a gray T-shirt accommodated with two beers in his hand.

Sunglasses cover his eyes.

"Aren't you supposed to wear sunglasses during the day?" I ask as we start to make our way through his dead grass.

"I'll wear the sunglasses whenever I want, Darling," His words send shivers down my spine and I just smirk.

"Good enough," I respond.

The park is only like a five minute walk. The walk is silent, but not awkward. More peaceful than anything. The two bottles in his hand clank together almost every-time he takes a step.

I love this, the night sky with a cool breeze. It clears my mind. Makes me forget about all the bad and helps me appreciate all of the good.

Steven makes it better, just knowing he is there. It makes me feel safe in a way.

I haven't felt safe like this in a long time.

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