He's Afraid Of The Dark {c.soon}

"Olive," someone calls my name.

Giving my laptop a break, I turn away from its glowing screen, and face my apartment door.

Now, this isn't anything out of the ordinary; because if it was, then there is no doubt that my fist would be right in the intruder's face. But since I knew this voice all too well, all fear in myself evaporated.

"Yes?" I ask the shadow, urging it to enter my home and to close the door.

It does so, and then silently walks over to my side. "I-I..." it trails off. "I'm scared."

Rolling my eyes and scooting over to the other end of my bed, I pat him a seat and so, our night begins.

* * *

The Bad Boy has her keys. And he's not giving it back until she returns his heart. Too bad Olive Roe, the school's most hands-off girl, doesn't know how to. She's very smart, so why is it that she's completely clueless about what's going on?

So every night, Blake Hilliard gets the privilege to sleep soundly in Olive's bed, without any complaints.
Since he's afraid of the dark.