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She made her way up the stairs to the rooftop of his house. She had never been in the apartment he was in before. He had told her that it hadn’t been special either way, since he had moved so much he couldn’t even remember how often. His new house was pretty nice though.
The rooftop had a great view over the outer part of the city center. A lot more houses than shops, not the wealthiest area, but not bad. He and their friends preferred to party at her house either way. Party in quote marks, since there were usually 4 of them, plus minus a friend or two. The view up there was great…oops, almost missed a step. She had gotten lost in her thoughts again.
There he stood. She tried to sneak up from behind with quiet steps, but got interrupted.
“You know, I heard you running up the steps, right?” he turned around, with a teasing expression on his face. Most people wouldn’t have been able to tell, but his eyes were smiling, even if his mouth wasn’t. The wind went through his hair as he leaned back up against the railing. He looked truly beautiful. “Simp-ass bitch,“ her mind told her. But she was too tired to feel guilty about it.
„I‘m here to join you. Jace just fell asleep next to Arif and I got bored“ she stated and leaned up next to him against the railing. “Do I get a say in you joining me up here?” he asked her while turning back around and taping against the cold metal. „Fuck you. No, not really.“ “Oh okay“.
A comfortable silence fell over them, as they both looked down on the streets of the city. Their city. Where else would they have grown up? The name of it would always feel like home, whether it would be happily or not. She let her gaze slide over the people on the roads. A couple of kids riding their scooters while screaming. Three teens sharing a smoke they probably got from one of their siblings. Two women chattering on their way home from the supermarket, and a man packing bags into the trunk of his old red fiat. The smell of the end of winter and breakfast, which the morning-bird kind of people had begun to cook, was in the air.
They would probably skip breakfast, since he hated it. But he usually ate when she offered her food to him. Those were the kind of circumstances that made her heart flutter and feel guilty, sick in the stomach. She hated how exactly her type of guy he was. Introverted, brown-haired, with an “I don’t give a fuck”-shell, soft, and sad on the inside but still respectful.
“You got a cig or something?” He looked at her for a moment, considering. Thinking. “You really shouldn’t sound so desperate for it” She wasn’t. “Either way, you are too young” “I’m only a year younger than you, though…”
Silence. Not the comfortable kind. He must think of her as an addict. She wasn’t, she never smoked outside of parties. “Who says I even have something with me?” He asked with a distant look in his eyes. “You knew I’d ask, you probably brought something, even if you are always out of the sudden exploring your morals” she spat back, not in a loud way, but enough to make her feel bad. He was just looking out for her. He, who was just looking at her like she was a nut case.
After some time, he said “Okay” and began rummaging through his backpack on the floor. He pulled out a blueberry vape and passed it to her. “Only this. Not a smoke today.” She took it and curtsied, with a smile on her face. “Got it. Thanks”.
She took a drag and let the smoke from her mouth rise up into the morning air, then offered the vape to him. “You want to?” He considered it and then took it, without saying anything. Goddamn, he looked good when he smoked. He generally looked good. He had told her that he liked how she looked. Wasn’t that a sign he liked her too? But they were so different, and she was so sick of getting her hopes up. He was a bold kind of guy. He could do that, and she could wait.
While she looked at him, his hair already a wild mess again, she felt just fine. Not good, not happy. But fine. It would all be fine.