This had to be illegal. It was completely dark, and he had just climbed over two chain link fences. That’s two more than he’d ever climbed over in his life. Surely people only did that on television. But here he was with a flashlight in his hand, following Anthony.
His best friend since birth.
How in the hell did I get into this mess? I don’t care that the hospital was closed down and abandoned 14 years ago after the hurricane. This still has got to be several types of illegal.
“Anthony! Why are we doing this?” It’s a whispered shout to the boy ahead. ‘Why am I doing this’ not being voiced.
The freshly 18 year old senior hums in response and turns around to flash me a smile, cleary excited to be hopping fences and using a stray crowbar to pry a door open.
That smile. That chipped tooth crooked smile. It makes my heart stutter and my feet falter. It’s absolutely breathtaking. Combined with the fluffy brunette, almost black, hair swaying and bouncing in the wind that passes between us. With dimples in each cheek to complete the gorgeous face that makes a recurring appearance in my dreams.
“Nevermind.” Mumbled under my breath with a light shake of my head. It was stupid question.
That damn smile is going to get me in trouble one of these days.
I got a book of, idk what to call them, story headers? as an early Christmas present. And there’s a 150 of them, so I figured why not share what I’m writing?
In my head I used high school aged (18 year olds) starker, but left it so you can read it as who you want it to be doing adventures in the middle of the night with tony.