The alley was dark and cold, a street light flickered on and off lighting up the alley for a few seconds. With each step my heart race increased sending chills up my spin. I could turn back and run, but my body would not move. I was forced to move forward into the abyss.
The street light flickered on again revealing a figure. I only saw the outline of the creature, it looked like a male. I continued walking inching closer to being underneath the lamp.
The light flickered on again, but before I could make out who it was a loud bang sounded echoing throughout the dank alley. The world went black.
I woke up a sweaty mess. Brown hair stuck to my sweaty forehead and my socks had managed to come off of my feet during the night. I probably kicked them off during the nightmare. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and glanced at the white digital alarm clock on my bedside table. It read 3:37.
I groaned getting out of bed. There was not point in trying to fall back asleep because I was unable to. I never got enough sleep and when I did sleep I had nightmares of horrible things. Kidnapping, murder, and rotting away inside of a jail cell. Even in my sleep I had a fucked up life.
I grabbed my black glasses from the bedside table as well as the book that I had been reading lately. I made my way out of my apartment grabbing a blanket and pillows on the way. There was a door that lead to the roof at the end of the hallway. I spent most of my nights there, reading and starring up at the black sky.
When I reached the roof I set out my blanket and pillows. Besides the muffled sounds of sirens and horns the roof was a peaceful place. All my worries and recent nightmares disappeared into the wind.
I was too intrigued with my book to hear the creak of the rooftop door open.
"I didn't know anyone else knew about this spot," a thick Aussie accent said causing me to jump slightly. A young male with messy bed head blonde hair and electric blue eyes was the owner of the voice.
"I didn't mean to scare you," he laughed walking closer to me.
"Oh, it's ok." I mumbled putting my bookmark in the page I was reading.
"I just didn't think anyone would be up here at like three in the morning." He rubbed the back of his neck and stood at the front of the tan blanket I had brought.
"I could say the same." I smirked.
"Oh my were are my manners, I'm Luke." He smiled and sat cris cross across from me. He seemed so relaxed about this whole thing. For all I know he could be a very attractive murderer.
"I'm Kayla." I half smiled a little weirded out by the whole situation.
He noticed my uncertainness and smiled at me. "I'm probably like creeping you out," he laughed and nervously rubbed his nose with four fingers.
"A little. I just thought that no one else knew this spot or even woke up at three."
"I could say the same," he smirked mimicking me from earlier. The more he talked the less uneasy I was of him. I felt a small attraction to him, it could of been because we both were unable to sleep at three in the morning or because his eyes could make any horny teenage girl melt.
We stayed silent for a few minutes, the only thing heard was the wind and the busy streets below. During those minutes I took in his apperance, he wore a white t-shirt with the band name Blink-182 written on it. His sweatpants were plain black and his feet were bare. He looked to be about twenty maybe older, and at the corner of his lip was a black lip ring that he had a habit of biting.
"So." He clasped his hands together in his lap. "What were you reading?" He asked titling his head slightly to the side.
I picked up the book and read the cover, "The Fault in Our Stars by John Green."
"So you're one of those cliche white girls," he laughed causing dimples to show.
I just rolled my eyes opening my book back up to the page I was on. I was in no way a cliche white girl. I do enjoy the poetic words of Augustus Waters, but I can be punk rock too. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Luke nervously rub his nose again rethinking his words from earlier.
"I like your shirt," I said still reading the words on the page. He looked down at his shirt to see what he was wearing.
"Thanks. They are an awesome band." He adjusted his body position so his hands were propping him up from behind and his legs were straight out.
"They are pretty good, but I would have to say I prefer All Time Low." I spoke setting my book down. With those words his eyes lit up and he sat back up in his original position.
"No way, I like them the most too."
We spent the rest of the night like that, talking about similar interests in music, literature, television, and movies. Before I knew it the sun had came up and we promised each other to meet at the same spot and the same time tomorrow. For once I felt like my life was finally going to be good. Maybe this boy would make my fucked up life less fucked up.
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So, Hi again. Sorry if the first chapter was short, and don't expect a lot of updates because I get writers block a lot, but ya do you guys like it so far?
