William noticed it was his free period, As he walked through the hall he remembered the gazebo in the garden that he wanted to check out. He made his way to the gazebo, he saw someone reading in it, recognizing him as the blue haired guy from the cafeteria yesterday. He decided it would be good to make friends outside of Alan and the others, He gently sat next to him.
"Hello." William held out his hand for a handshake. "Oh hello!." He said warmly and he shook his hand. "My apologies for spilling my drink on you again." He smiled at him. "My name's Ocean, Ocean Wyatt." Ocean stated, excited to make a new friend. "I'm William Austen, Nice to meet you." William introduced himself as he smiled, letting go of Ocean's hand. "Austen? Is your brother Gavin Austen?." Ocean asked as he set his book nicely in his lap. "Yeah he is, I'm sorry for any trouble he could've caused you." William sighed, assuming his brother had a horrible reputation. "Don't worry! He's quite the opposite actually, he's a sweetheart." Ocean exclaimed, William was taken aback. "Really? He's not exactly known for being a sweetheart back home." William raised an eyebrow at the new discovery, maybe his brother changed since the last time he saw him. "It's alright, He's never caused an issue for me or my house." William perked up at the mention of Willow.
"Yes, about the houses, What do the different uniforms mean?." William asked, hoping ocean would have an answer. "Oh, well dark purple uniforms are for regular students or regular house members, Black for leaders of houses and dark green for the student counsel." Ocean explained neatly. "Leaders have an extra pin on their uniform, with the placing of their choice." He pointed to the wispy feather pin on his cap, explaining that was his extra one for being a leader.
William listened carefully, he realized that the redhead he encountered wore a black uniform. "Do you know of a black uniform that's a redhead?" William asked, Ocean's face immediately fell. "Oh you mean that asshole? That's Jettson, I wouldn't interact with him if I were you, he's a two faced bitch." Ocean explained casually. William was really caught off guard, Ocean didn't seem the type to curse or gossip. "Well uhm, thank you so much for the information, I have to get to my next class." William politely told Ocean who smiled at him, William made his way out of the gazebo.
Life had been monotonous for months. Work, sleep, gym, eat, repeat. You loved your job at the domestic violence shelter, loved helping people rebuild pieces of themselves that had been broken. But it didn’t change the fact that your life outside those walls felt empty. Nights alone on the couch with a half-eaten takeout container and a streaming service queued up didn’t exactly scream excitement.
So when Macklin Celebrini’s name popped up in your messages one Tuesday evening, you couldn’t help the small thrill that snuck into your chest.
"You free tonight?"
You blinked at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Macklin didn’t need to ask; he knew your schedule. Somehow, he always knew the perfect moment to disrupt your routine. Your thumb finally tapped out a reply:
"Yeah. Why?"
"Because life’s boring and I plan to fix that. Be ready in 20."
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. Twenty minutes later, a knock on your door announced him before you even opened it. He leaned casually against the frame, tousled hair and that infuriating smirk you could never resist.
“Ready to make your boring life a little… less boring?” he asked, voice teasing.
You raised an eyebrow, pretending to be unimpressed. “I wasn’t aware life needed fixing.”
Macklin stepped inside, brushing past you like he owned the place—which, in a way, he did. Somehow, he always did. “Trust me. By the end of tonight, you’ll thank me.”
The city outside had softened into a velvet dusk, streetlights painting everything gold and pink. Macklin grabbed your hand before you could protest. “C’mon, we’re starting with something simple. Ice cream.”
“Ice cream?” you repeated, trying not to laugh at the absurdity.
“Yes, but not just ice cream. Street cart, double scoop, chocolate and whatever flavor you’re feeling brave enough to try.” He winked. “Trust me.”
You found yourself laughing, swept along by the energy that always seemed to radiate from him. Somehow, the world felt lighter just by being around Macklin. He had a way of turning ordinary streets into a labyrinth of adventure.
By the time you were walking side by side, ice cream dripping down your fingers, he nudged you gently. “You know,” he said softly, almost casually, “I’ve been trying to get you out of your apartment for months. I think you were starting to turn into part of the couch.”
You smacked his shoulder playfully. “I could say the same about you. How many times have I found you leaning on my doorframe, grinning like a cartoon character?”
“Guilty,” he admitted, eyes glinting in the streetlight. Then he leaned closer, voice dropping into something softer. “But maybe… maybe I just like seeing you smile.”
Your chest tightened. “Macklin…” you started, unsure if you should be teasing or serious.
He tilted his head, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah?”
“I—never mind.” You shook your head, trying to dismiss the flutter in your stomach.
He smiled that maddening smile of his, the one that made your heart do little somersaults. “You don’t get to leave it at ‘never mind.’ Not tonight.”
And somehow, that night stretched longer than it should have. You wandered through the city, laughing at ridiculous roadside performers, sharing stories about your childhood dreams, about high school parties and dance recitals, and discovering things about each other that made every step feel electric.
At some point, Macklin had dragged you into a tiny, hidden jazz club that smelled like old wood and mystery. The music wrapped around you both, soft and intoxicating, and you found yourselves swaying together, arms brushing, fingers occasionally tangling.
“You’re nervous,” he murmured, close enough for his breath to tickle your ear.
“Maybe,” you admitted, leaning into him just slightly.
He smirked. “You’re lying. You love this—this… unpredictability. Admit it.”
“I—maybe I do,” you whispered, feeling warmth bloom in your chest.
“Good,” he said, then leaned in. “Because I plan to make sure your life is never boring again.”
And then he kissed you. Soft at first, testing, teasing, until the world around you disappeared. The jazz, the city, even the late-night ice cream stand faded into nothing. There was just Macklin and you, tangled together in a quiet, thrilling intimacy that made your heart feel too big for your chest.
Later, as you walked home under the glow of streetlights, fingers entwined, he pressed a kiss to your temple. “See? Life’s better when you don’t follow the rules.”
“Maybe,” you said softly, leaning your head on his shoulder, “but I think it’s also better when I follow you.”
Macklin chuckled, a low, happy sound that made your stomach twist in the best possible way. “Then I’ll take full responsibility for your life from now on.”
And for the first time in months, your schedule didn’t matter. The days of monotony were gone, replaced by laughter, stolen kisses, and endless possibilities. Life wasn’t boring anymore. And it never would be—as long as Macklin Celebrini was around.
It had been a week since that night. A week of stolen glances, lingering touches, and the constant, insistent pull of Macklin Celebrini. Your routine no longer felt like chains—it felt like a safety net you could jump off of, because you knew he would catch you.
You were sitting at your apartment, nursing a mug of too-hot coffee, when your phone buzzed.
"You still alive, or do I have to come rescue you from boredom again?"
You smiled, already knowing the answer. Macklin never gave you a choice. He had a way of appearing in your life exactly when you needed it, even if you didn’t realize it.
"Alive. But your rescue sounds tempting," you typed back.
"Good. Be ready in 30. We’re going on an adventure."
Thirty minutes later, he was at your door, grinning like mischief had a human form. “Ready?” he asked, his eyes glinting.
“You already know the answer,” you said, slipping on your jacket.
He took your hand and led you out into the city night, the streets alive with a soft hum of lights and late-night chatter. “Tonight,” he said, “we’re going somewhere you’ve never been.”
You laughed. “Every time you say that, it ends up being either illegal or terrifying.”
“Tonight,” he said, ignoring your joke, “it’s neither. Well… maybe a little terrifying, but in a good way.”
He guided you to a small, tucked-away rooftop bar, the kind that seemed invisible unless you were exactly where you needed to be. The skyline spread before you like a secret gift, glowing and alive.
“You brought me here,” you said, looking at him, “just to see the view?”
“Partly,” he admitted, eyes sparkling. “Mostly because I wanted to see you like this. Happy. Breathless. Off-balance. You look… unstoppable.”
Your stomach fluttered. “Macklin…”
He tilted his head, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah?”
“You always know what to say,” you whispered, feeling warmth bloom under his gaze.
“That’s because I notice things. Always have.” He leaned in, voice dropping low. “Like how you bite your lip when you’re nervous, or how your laugh sounds when you’re genuinely surprised, or how… you’re always a little too hard on yourself.”
Your breath caught. “I—”
“Shh.” He pressed a finger to your lips, soft, deliberate. “I like you like this. Messy, complicated, beautiful. And I plan to remind you of it every day.”
You laughed, a soft, shaky sound, because it was impossible to argue when he looked at you like that. “Every day, huh?”
“Every day.” He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Starting… now.”
And then he kissed you, slow and deliberate, giving you all the space to melt into him. The city’s hum faded. The lights blurred. There was only the press of his lips, the warmth of his hand at your back, and the undeniable pull between you.
Later, as you leaned against the railing, watching the city twinkle beneath you, Macklin whispered, “You know, I could do this forever. Just you and me, this city, nights that don’t end.”
“I… think I could like that,” you admitted, resting your head on his shoulder.
He smirked. “Think? Babe, you’re already hooked. Don’t fight it.”
You laughed, but it was true. Every spontaneous plan, every stolen kiss, every late-night laugh had pulled you closer to him in ways you hadn’t expected. And for the first time, the thought of routine—boring adult life—wasn’t terrifying. Because Macklin had taught you something: life didn’t have to be boring when someone made it extraordinary with you.
“Promise me,” you said softly, fingers entwining with his, “you won’t ever stop dragging me into your chaos.”
He pressed his forehead to yours. “I promise. But you have to promise me something too.”
“What’s that?”
“You’ll keep letting me in. Even when life feels heavy, even when work and stress try to swallow us whole. You let me in, and I’ll… I’ll make sure the boring never returns.”
“I can do that,” you whispered, heart swelling.
“Good.” He kissed you again, and the city felt smaller, quieter, and somehow perfectly aligned with the two of you.
For the first time in forever, your life didn’t feel like a loop. It felt like it was just beginning, and Macklin Celebrini was determined to make every moment unforgettable.
And you were ready to follow him, anywhere.
Macklin pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes tracing your features like he was memorizing you in the dim glow of the city lights. “You know,” he said softly, “there’s something kind of magical about a city at night.”
“I’d say the magic is enhanced by the company,” you teased, leaning against him.
He chuckled, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. “Flattery will get you everywhere. But seriously… nights like this… I feel like time should just stop.”
“Stop?” you echoed, tilting your head.
“Yeah. I mean, look at us. The city buzzing below, lights shimmering, music from somewhere distant drifting up… and it’s just us. Like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.”
You smiled, feeling your chest warm in a way that had nothing to do with the rooftop’s breeze. “I like this… us.”
Macklin’s hand slid down to entwine with yours, squeezing gently. “Me too. But you know… I don’t want it to be just tonight.”
“Oh?” you said, pretending to be coy, though your pulse had already sped up.
“Yeah,” he murmured, lowering his voice, the kind of low, intimate tone that made your stomach feel like it was being flipped inside out. “I want this—us—every day. Not just stolen nights, not just chaos for chaos’ sake. I want the… slow mornings, the lazy afternoons, the nights where we can’t sleep because we’re talking about everything and nothing. I want the real deal.”
Your fingers tightened around his, unsure if you were trembling from nerves or anticipation—or both. “Macklin… I…”
He pressed his forehead to yours again, soft and grounding. “I know. You don’t have to say it yet. Just… feel it. Because I’m serious. About us.”
You swallowed hard, letting the words form inside you before they even left your mouth. “I… want that too,” you whispered finally, your voice barely audible over the distant hum of the city. “I want all of it.”
Macklin grinned, a flash of mischief sparkling in his eyes even as his expression softened. “Good,” he said. Then, without warning, he scooped you up in his arms. You squeaked, laughing as he spun you around once, careful but undeniably playful. “And just to make sure you never forget… I’m going to hold you like this until the city starts spinning too.”
You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re insane.”
“But lovable,” he corrected, brushing your lips with his in a quick, teasing kiss before setting you back down.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of small adventures. Macklin led you to a tiny diner still open in the early hours, where you both shared greasy fries and laughed about the absurdity of adult responsibilities. Later, he took you to a little 24-hour bookstore he had discovered, where you wandered between stacks of novels, arguing over which books were overrated and which ones deserved your undivided attention.
At some point, he reached out and brushed his hand across yours, interlacing fingers without asking. “You know,” he said, voice low and intimate, “I could get used to this.”
“Get used to what?” you asked, smiling softly.
“This… us. The chaos, the laughter, the way your hair smells when it’s messy, the way your laugh echoes when you’re really happy. I… I think I could fall in love with you like this.”
You froze, your chest tightening. “Macklin…”
He leaned closer, tilting his head, watching your face as if trying to read your every thought. “I mean it. I don’t do casual, you know that. But you… you’ve got me completely off-balance, in the best way possible. And I don’t want it to stop.”
Your heart thundered in your chest, and without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him, slow and deliberate. His lips moved against yours with the same intensity, the same certainty, that had been in his words. When you finally pulled back, your foreheads pressed together, both of you breathless, you whispered, “I think… I’m falling for you too.”
Macklin smiled that infuriating, unstoppable smile. “Good. Because I already have.”
Hours later, you found yourselves back on the rooftop where the night had begun, curled against each other on a soft blanket Macklin had somehow carried up. The city lights twinkled below, stars hidden by the glow, and the silence between you was comfortable, intimate, and full of unspoken promises.
“Promise me,” you said softly, your head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, “we’ll keep doing this. Nights like this. Adventures. Just… us.”
“I promise,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And not just nights. Days too. Every day I can get with you, I’ll make unforgettable.”
You smiled, closing your eyes. “Then I’m ready. For all of it.”
“And I,” he said, tightening his hold around you, “am never letting you go.”
The city hummed around you, alive, endless. And for the first time in months, your life wasn’t just a loop. It was infinite, chaotic, messy, beautiful—and entirely, utterly yours.
Lexi
Falling for a famous hockey player? I would have laughed at you.
I was trapped in a marriage-caged with cruelty.
I wasn’t ever going to be free.
Until I found a way to escape.
Before him, I thought love was a nightmare.
Now I dared to dream.
Kirby
First time I met her I was drawn to her light.
Then I saw the fear in her eyes.
Fear I’ve seen before.
Our chance encounter turned into two.
If she ever needed me, I’d be there.
I never dared to want her.
But I lost my heart to her anyways.
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He’s popular. She’s not. And sharing a house? Definitely not part of her high school survival plan.
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