ineffable

i | friends... or more?

{one-shot #1}

It's almost midnight when I hear a knock on my window. My head snaps towards it, my curtains are slightly ajar, and I can see outside.

It's completely dark.

My brows knit in confusion.

Maybe I'm hearing things.

I glance back at the novel that I'm reading. My bottom lip rolled between my teeth as my eyes scan the page.

Thud.

My eyes snap towards the window again. I definitely heard that. It sounded like someone threw a pebble against my window. I'm sure of it.

Slightly agitated, I carefully place my novel down and stepped off my bed. I slip my feet into my bedroom slippers before inching closer to the window. Thud.

My heart jolts slightly as panic seeps in.

I slowly pull the curtains apart which would be a terrible idea if a serial killer was on the other side waiting for the perfect time to crack the window. My stomach drops when I see a figure propped up against the tree.

My eyes squint slightly.

Anybody in their right mind would shut the curtain and run. However, it wasn't a serial killer. The face on the other side is very familiar to me.

My lips pull into a frown as I unlock my window and open it, "what the hell Jackson."

A lazy grin slips onto his lips, "hi Grace."

"Don't 'hi Grace' me," I snap, "you scared the shit out of me."

He reaches over and grabs onto the window pane. I step back allowing him to slip through the window.

I place my hands on my hips annoyance settling in my veins, "what are you doing here?" I grit out.

"I just wanted to visit my best friend," he muses shutting the window behind him.

My lips purse in frustration. Jackson always does the dumbest shit ever. My room is on the second story. The second story. I can't believe the idiot climbed a tree to get up here.

"Ever heard of a front door genius?" I cross my hand over my chest giving him a look.

Jackson racks his hand through his curls, "I think your parents would love it if I visited you in the middle of the night," he muses sarcastically, "do you think they'd offer me water or a beer?"

My head cocks to the side as I press my lips together. Well, my parents are strict about my curfew, but geez he didn't have to climb through my window. I plop down onto my bed, "you could have called me."

"It's not the same as seeing you in person," he says taking his hoodie and his shoes off.

My brows knit then I shake my head, "you saw me this morning," I point out sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.

Jackson lays on his back, "we didn't talk."

"But we saw each other," I state, "you were going to see me on Monday."

"Monday is too far."

I snort, "Why do you have to be so clingy all the time?" He looks at me his eyes focusing on my face for a long time. I quirk up a brow, "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer.

Jackson glances away and stares up at the ceiling with a small laugh.

I pull my knees up to my chest and grabbed my novel.