olympia's eyes shot open and her heart immediately started racing.
she stayed as still as she could manage, breathing heavily and looking around her room, hoping that if she stayed still the tapping at her window would dissolve into nothing.
it didn't.
she slowly pulled her legs up, backing up against the headboard on her bed, trying to make herself flat against the wall. then, her phone went off.
"huh?" she whispered, quickly leaning forward and grabbing it.
damian: open the window already i know you're awake
olympia looked around her room, obviously confused, before tossing her phone to her bed and crawling to the window.
damian waved at her once she was at the window, then pointed at the window. she opened it quickly, sitting back and staring at him.
"hey."
"what are you doing?"
"currently, if it wasn't obvious to you enough, i am sitting on this tree branch like a guy from a teen romance movie."
"can i ask why you're currently sitting on my tree branch at four thirty seven in the morning?"
"i was in the neighborhood." damian shrugged. "can i come in now?"
olympia rolled her eyes and grabbed damian's hands as he held them out, helping to pull him in then shutting the window after. she sat back on her bed, criss-cross applesauce style, staring at damian as he kicked his shoes off quietly, looking around the room.
"were you really in the neighborhood?" olympia asked, tilting her head.
"i was close by," he said, looking at olympia and smiling. "so, now i'm here."
she shook her head and laughed softly, smiling. "just be quiet. they shouldn't be able to hear you over the fan, but just in case." she nodded to her box fan, leaning against the wall.
damian nodded back, moving up to lay his head down on her pillows. "i will be." he assured her, and she nodded softly, laying down next to him.
"you're warm," he mumbled softly, moving closer to olympia.
"and you're..." she looked at him, frowning. "bleeding?"
"huh?"
"you're bleeding."
"oh, right." he pressed his finger to some bloody scratches on his face, wiping off some dry blood under his nose. "i'm fine."
"are you sure?" olympia asked, frowning and placing a hand gently on his face.
he chuckled softly and nodded his head, moving her hand away. "i'm fine." he assured her, laying his head down.
olympia laid back down as well, sighing softly and shutting her eyes.
"just don't get any blood on my pillows."
"i won't."
"and be gone by eight thirty."
"i will be."
