Darling, you'll be okay

It was just after midnight. I heard a faint clinking noise against my window.

Terrified, I carefully strode and looked out. Being on the second floor, it's difficult to see, but I made out a faint figure in the darkness.

Something else hit my window. Was this person trying to get my attention in the middle of the night?

I opened the window cautiously. "Hello?" I called to the night.

"Hello, sleeping beauty," it was Tristan's voice.

"Tristan, what the hell are you doing here?" I asked, a little grumpy from being tired.

"Aww you're so cute when you're sleepy," he said. I imagine he was smirking, but I couldn't tell in the darkness. I sighed.

"I'll be right down," I said, gently closing the window. I ran to the bathroom and brushed my hair viciously, but to no avail. I look like shit. I threw on a beanie, a little better, and changed into jeans and a T-shirt.

I snuck down the stairs. What the hell, Tristan? Why is he here?

As I reached the final step, it creaked. Fuck. I looked around nervously, but continued onward as I heard a faint snore from my parents room.

I slipped out the backdoor and nearly peed myself when a figure stepped out from the darkness and held my mouth shut.

It was Tristan, making sure I didn't scream and get us caught.

"Tristan, why are you here so early in the morning?" I asked when he let go.

"I wanted to surprise you. And you know how you're supposed to come over in the morning? I figured you could just tell your parents you left early and just spend the rest of the night with me. My dad wouldn't mind."

"Are you crazy?" I said, a little loud.

"Shhh," he whispered, covering my mouth with one finger. "Please, my bed feels so empty and I missed you."

Aww, that's so sweet. How could I say no?

"Fine," I whispered, sounding slightly annoyed.

But on the inside, I was excited. I've never done anything so crazy. I've never lied to my parents and I've never snuck out. His adventurous and spontaneous side really turned me on.

I felt adrenaline and electricity.

Oh, Tristan, what have you done to me?

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